-sighs in exasperated- indie interpretation of John H. Watson brilliant physician champion boxer fantastic marksman really good at sword things grumpy but loyal will shoot you but also will patch you up afterwards into the #TARDIS

Three hours of sleep. A new record for the week.

|| Been busy with holiday things but I’ll be here soon!

Sleeping at his desk, head pillowed on his arms.

It’s a Tuesday activity at this point.

If his father shows up for Christmas —

Passed most of the holiday without his father showing up. A true miracle.

i  have  never  understood  where  the  line  is  drawn  between  self—sacrifice  and  self—slaughter.

Meds keep the voices away —

Same — Something about it being bad to point it at myself while dissociating.

Encouraging each other’s sugar habits one lollipop at a time.

Flipping through files, attempting not to let his mind stray too far from the facts written down.

Never too late in the day for coffee.

Glad someone does. I couldn’t function without it.

Plan for the night is to get absolutely plastered.

Absolutely. Whiskey all around.

A wiser choice than the one Malcolm made about three hours ago when he started drinking. Lost count now of the number of drinks.