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No more need to hide in offices that aren't mine due to singing sprees. Everything is so abrupt in this place. Start. Stop. Sing. Dance. Done.

I'm pleased for it this time.

It's the early shift today, then I'm free for the day. Not sure what to do with it, yet.

If anyone was looking for me today, I apologize. I seem to have come down with something. Even though I work with the dead, I don't wish to infect the living.

I've been catching up on shows with Toby though. He really enjoys the Vampire Diaries for some reason, he keeps pawing the screen. Mindy (my other newer cat) is more fond of Justified.

I know this seems silly, but if anyone is working perhaps they could um.. come keep me company down in the morgue? My radio isn't working and it's awfully quiet.

I have cake! For anyone who wants to come down and have some. You don't have to stay and keep me company, you can just come down for cake if you want.

Oh, now this is interesting.

And I mean actually interesting, not the boring nonsense you all prattle on about, day in, day out. This is really interesting, meaty interesting.

And I shall get to the very center.

Everything is so somber around here. It feels like the whole hospital has gone quiet. I can understand why, but it's very different.

I always wish I could do more in situations, but I'm not very good at helping. Today is a good day to cuddle my cat when I get home. I was wondering though, if anyone knew any places to buy baby clothes? My sister is expecting again.

There should be some sort of opposite Valentine's Day where we tell people we hate how much we hate them and give them awful gifts like sweaters. I could get behind that.

With all of this talk about whether or not ghosts are real, I should be siding with the 'Ghosts don't exist side'. I'm a man of science and shouldn't believe in things like ghosts. However, I was intrigued recently and decided to do some research. While it's very easy to explain away a lot of the stories that have been reported about supposed ghost sightings, even I have to admit that there are some instances that are more difficult to explain away.

Is it merely a coincidence that so many people are experiencing unexplained instances at the same time?

I have been asked for my opinion regarding the strange sightings around Orange County.

It is, in fact, a ghost.

Now leave me alone, as there are actual cases to solve.

That was not remotely as entertaining as promised.

I require assistance urgently.

There is no coffee in this flat.

So woke up today. With a sore back, sore neck, and in a cold sweat. I couldn't even figure out why. Maybe I was exercising in my sleep? Can you do that? I mean, nothing in my research suggests that, but I could be missing something.

Still, I don't feel in any better shape. Whatever. On the plus side, I'm awake far too early.

So I'm going to update.

First and foremost, Sherlock Holmes snores loudly. John Watson on the other hand, doesn't seem to; or, well he might, but it'd be drowned out by Sherlock. John does talk in his sleep though, and I think I heard him whispering one of the Care Bears' names, that could be me just lying to you, but I have no idea.

One of the cartons of milk in the refrigerator was housing specific specimens necessary in my experiments in trying to fight skin disease. Now it seems to be half empty.

I really hope no one had any cereal today... maybe I should start labeling?

I question if anyone is asking the how.

So I'm drink, and I've been drunking all night. Pansys with the floor dancing and I think I might... don't know where my keys are.

Oh and...

John... er... there are probably lots of Johns. Watson... there. Anyway, hey! Hi, how's the day? Great. Same for you Sherlock.

Uh... don't eat the bread in the bread case. I'm growing mold on it. It won't kill you or anything, but may give you explosive diarrhea. And by may, I mean it will. It's the stuff in the red bag...

I...

Maybe it's in the blue bag.

Hey, don't any bread in the house. Alright? I forgot to label it.

Oh and before you try to sniff and smell it, it's not fully grown yet; so, it likely won't show up, and is a bit odorless. It's kind of a new breed I'm working on.

I'm drunk! HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! Year of the Snake!!! Woo!!

Have come to the conclusion that I am possibly the only normal person in this flat. Oh. Maybe Mrs. Hudson. If that counts.

I'm sorry, but I wasn't aware that the kitchen table was meant to be predominantly covered in bunsen burners. And I hope to god that isn't what I think it is in those tubes.

It's turned me off completely from cereal.

In order to not be one of those sad middle-aged ladies who call their dog their baby and don't have a social life at all, I've turned to the Internet.

So, I'm Neena Thurman. I run the Den Sports Bar, I'm older than thirty, I have a dog, but he's not a baby, he's a dog. I'm not really great at talking about myself, but I do like to talk to people. This is really weird, so I will attempt to make this as Internet friendly as possible.

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That was tedious.

Peter, did you remove the bucket of crawfish in the icebox? It was for a case.

Also, Mrs. Hudson is going to let the other room. We'll need a third flatmate. I'm leaving that to you.

Bored.

Lulu Webster and Connor Kent, I have the information you asked for.

Apologies for the delay.

These nicotine patches aren't strong enough. They are more like badges. They announce to the world that I am in desperate need of a cigarette.

Accepting cases.

Getting bored.

My therapist says she wants to see more blog entries, ( so here we go... )

Last night, we--the madman and I--went to a superb Chinese restaurant. It looked like no more than a hole-in-the-wall, but one of Sherlock's lesser skills, respectively, is that he can pick out the best place to eat on every block, even if he's never been there before. I haven't had a bad meal since arriving here.

My fortune cookie said 'There is nothing new under the sun. It has all been done before.' I beg to differ.

Oh oh oh OH OH BRILLIANT!

Someone here is just brilliant, I've been waiting for something like this!

John, I'm about to be busy. Extraordinarily so.

I am looking to hire someone who is good at finding things.

Please, no questions here. Send me a private message.

I almost miss London. Hell, who I am kidding. I miss London.

It's official. I have a new residence.
Thought all one of you readers would like to know.

This network is interesting.

Simply not interesting for the reasons the rest of you lot probably find interesting.