Krying (Yes, With A K)

So if you're in your living room with the television on as background noise while attempting sort out your 2007 line item expenses because you were too damn lazy to buy Quick Books last year and now you're screwed trying to remember what client cost you $8.89 at Whole Foods and you all of a sudden find yourself bawling--and I do mean tissue-involved snifflesniffleweeping--over an episode of Keeping Up With the Kardashians but no one is there to hear it, have your hormones gone over the deep end and your brain officially gone to complete effing mush? And should you really be telling the Blog World about it?