Still haven't heard anything. Lost out on the apartment on Brown Street. I don't know what's going on-the last place informed me within three days that they didn't want me.
I'm getting a serious case of Sherlockitis again, which means before the weekend is out, I have to watch more or risk turning into a screaming fangirl every time Cumberbatch loses his sheet in Belgravia...
Oh heck. I already do that anyway.
Sara's here for the week-sleeping at the moment.
I am very frustrated and very bored. Give me a riding crop and a corpse, please GOD. Or a harpoon and a dead pig. Whatever works.
Ta,
Bec
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