Sherlock advent drabbles :D
Today's word is: Radge
Sometimes Jim gets so angry that it swamps him. He lies in bed and slumps in chairs, no point in doing anything else because he's so furious.
The world is full of idiots; bumbling imbeciles who don't know what they're doing from one moment to the next, and if they could only see. If they only knew how pointless they all were then maybe they'd end it there and save Jim the trouble.
Television is the worst of all. Inane chatter and nonsense and people, and Jim's skin crawls. Enough is enough. Jim pushes the TV off its stand and watches it shatter on the floor. All in all, it looks better that way.
Then, sometimes, Jim triumphs over his inertia. He'll take his anger and harness it; ride the crest of his own fury and, oh, the things he can do with it. There are appointments to keep and plans to make and Jim will show them, show them all how worthless they are.
A spate of activity finds Jim at his computer. It's fortuitous that an internet search should bring up a certain website and, ah, so that's where he's been hiding. Enrapt, Jim reads about green ladders and missing persons and deductive reasoning and it's glorious.
Jim laughs. His pulse is racing, mind glittering, body humming humming with rage.
He's never felt better.
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