Slims.

Kādam ir bijusi jautra nakts. *smirk* Cik labi būt par kāda personīgo dienasgrāmatu. Sīkumi, detaļas aizrauj. Anyway.. vajadzētu līst gultā zem segas, jo miegs ir vienīgās zāles, bet kad tu tā pa dienu metājies pa gultu, man liekas sajūta ir, ka esi vēl slimāks.
Mazliet off topic: Sāku tā domāt, moš tiešām esmu aseksuāls?



Tā kā ir uzpeldējušas neparedzētas brīvdienas, jāatvēl laiks lietām, kurām nav bijis laika.

Sherlock Holmes: You've never complained about my methods before.
Dr. John Watson: I'm not complaining. How am I complaining? When have do I ever complain about you practicing the violin at three in the morning, or your mess, your general lack of hygiene, or the fact that you steal my clothes?

Sherlock Holmes: You have the grand gift of silence, Watson. It makes you quite invaluable as a companion.

Sherlock Holmes: [to Watson] Never theorize before you have data. Invariably, you end up twisting facts to suit theories, instead of theories to suit facts.

Irene Adler: I've never woke up in handcuffs before.
Sherlock Holmes: I have. Naked.

Sherlock Holmes: My mind rebells at stagnation. Give me work. Give me problems.