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I don't need friends. I have John Watson's blog. And Sherlock Holmes' website.
So. Much. Squee.
Seriously though people, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle has taken over my brain. I honestly probably haven't thought about Supernatural five times since that stupid, boring finale. I'm not just dying for the new season to start and I'll probably save my money and skip buying the S5 dvd's right away. And it should make me sad, but really? Void filled. Fandom cup currently overfloweth on a new brew.