I am, I Cried (I actually did. I cried).

I was never quite Team Brooke, because I'm still rooting for Team Castro (with his sparkly, sparkly eyes -- but, really, Jason, step up or else I'm switching to Team Cook) but I've sort of enjoyed watching the g-rated nanny bust out all neo-Carole King this season (and it's been sort of amusing watching her tank as she and the rest of Amerika seemingly realized that she's no Carole King). And I have to acknowledge that I've apparently caught a case of depression from one of my friends, and yet I am sort-of-but-not-really ashamed to admit that I actually started crying last night when Brooke performed her tearful final song (after being celebrated home) and when she got to the lyrics, "I am ... I cried," well, so did I, Brooke, so did I.