Now I am what? The lady with lilac loveseat sleeper she just ordered which is going to force her into a two bedroom apartment instead of just a one. Oh well.
For the most part, I have stopped sobbing like Kim K at work, or if I do, I limit it to my cubicle and not the meetings about ordering defibrillators for prisons, because that's just not appropriate. Sometimes I cry in line at Togo's, but who cares right.