Last night, when my roommate called out, "Carmen's not in the bottom three," I thought, "Carmen? CARMEN? It's not like she can sing at ALL. They put the Kimberlies below Carmen? What the --- "
And then I realized. My roommate has made me interested in what happens on "American Idol." I feel like Luke Skywalker in that cave on Dagobah, staring down at Darth Vader's helmet. The darkness is inside.