The day before you came.
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solrosanNotes: When I'm bored I write stories based on songs. It's my version of music videos, silly I know, but I have to do it like this, since I can't make videos. They would be better as videos, I can see that. But I it still amuses me.
Summary: What John did the day before he met Sherlock.
ABBA - The day before you came (official video, live performance)
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I was probably awake long before the alarm went off; it wasn’t often I slept through the night back then. There was a full bottle of prescripted sleeping pills in my bathroom cabinet, but I never touched them. Didn’t want them, even though I needed them. It’s true what they say about doctors, we are lousy patients. At least I rarely practice what I preach.
It would surprise me if my breakfast contained anything else than a caffeine beverage. Coffee or tea, it doesn’t really matter, horrible breakfast either way. As I said, not really good at following my own advice.
I checked my e-mail repeatedly, not that I thought I would get a mail. It was just a way to pass time. Read most online papers too, wanted to see the progress of the war I guess. Wasn’t too much information about the war that day though I’m sure, the third “suicide” filled the paper that day.
The day before you came.
I must have gone to lunch at half past twelve or so. I never cooked. At all. Sure, I could, but doing it in that small, depressing flat - alone - didn’t really do any favours for my state of mind. To keep me from using the gun on myself, I tried to go out at least once very day. It was tiresome and painful back then, so I most likely went to the place next door. Their baked potato is good.
Limping back I again, I watched the people around me just living their life. Every single one of them without me. Bitterly I always wondered about their goals and dreams, if they reached them. So why wouldn’t I’ve done it this time?
In addition to this, I'm pretty sure it must have rained.
The day before you came.
My phone, I’m certain, didn’t make a sound. There was no one who wanted to get in touch with me. I don’t blame them, don’t even know who they might be, I wasn’t really bubbling with life and excitement.
Checking all my bookmarked internet pages again I must have wondered over if this really was supposed to be the most advanced communication known to man. I used my computer to communicate with exactly zero persons. And to do the homework my therapist gave me; my stupid blog. Maybe it communicated with someone, but it was never intentional on my part.
Speaking of my blog….
According to it, I met Murray that day.
The day before you came.
I must have called it an early night. Maybe even grabbed some Chinese food on the way home to eat in front of the telly; the only company I could stand for longer time periods at least. Wouldn’t surprise me if I stared at a rerun of The Midsomer Murders, or some stupid game show.
Always dreading the nights and what they brought, I must have stayed up far too long. Skipping brushing my teeth before finally turning off the light, I probably sighed instead of yawn.
Nothing really happened to me.
The day before you came.
Summary: What John did the day before he met Sherlock.
ABBA - The day before you came (official video, live performance)
***
I was probably awake long before the alarm went off; it wasn’t often I slept through the night back then. There was a full bottle of prescripted sleeping pills in my bathroom cabinet, but I never touched them. Didn’t want them, even though I needed them. It’s true what they say about doctors, we are lousy patients. At least I rarely practice what I preach.
It would surprise me if my breakfast contained anything else than a caffeine beverage. Coffee or tea, it doesn’t really matter, horrible breakfast either way. As I said, not really good at following my own advice.
I checked my e-mail repeatedly, not that I thought I would get a mail. It was just a way to pass time. Read most online papers too, wanted to see the progress of the war I guess. Wasn’t too much information about the war that day though I’m sure, the third “suicide” filled the paper that day.
The day before you came.
I must have gone to lunch at half past twelve or so. I never cooked. At all. Sure, I could, but doing it in that small, depressing flat - alone - didn’t really do any favours for my state of mind. To keep me from using the gun on myself, I tried to go out at least once very day. It was tiresome and painful back then, so I most likely went to the place next door. Their baked potato is good.
Limping back I again, I watched the people around me just living their life. Every single one of them without me. Bitterly I always wondered about their goals and dreams, if they reached them. So why wouldn’t I’ve done it this time?
In addition to this, I'm pretty sure it must have rained.
The day before you came.
My phone, I’m certain, didn’t make a sound. There was no one who wanted to get in touch with me. I don’t blame them, don’t even know who they might be, I wasn’t really bubbling with life and excitement.
Checking all my bookmarked internet pages again I must have wondered over if this really was supposed to be the most advanced communication known to man. I used my computer to communicate with exactly zero persons. And to do the homework my therapist gave me; my stupid blog. Maybe it communicated with someone, but it was never intentional on my part.
Speaking of my blog….
According to it, I met Murray that day.
The day before you came.
I must have called it an early night. Maybe even grabbed some Chinese food on the way home to eat in front of the telly; the only company I could stand for longer time periods at least. Wouldn’t surprise me if I stared at a rerun of The Midsomer Murders, or some stupid game show.
Always dreading the nights and what they brought, I must have stayed up far too long. Skipping brushing my teeth before finally turning off the light, I probably sighed instead of yawn.
Nothing really happened to me.
The day before you came.
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