James is gone. And no one has to look for him, he disappeared right in front of me this morning.
It's for the best, I guess. But it sucks and I can't get drunk or binge on junk food and there's no ice cream, and I don't want to destroy the gym equipment. So that leaves being a cranky lump on the couch or... I don't know. I haven't really got past that idea yet. Clark, want to be my punching bag?