My life right now is grading papers with the occasional episode of American Idol tossed in. And that's what I think explains this: last night I dreamt I was a singing instructor at a community college, and David Archuletta was in my class. After class, he asked me to listen to his audition for our college production of Cats, and while he sang, I smiled to myself, savoring the sweet tenor of his voice, taking notes of constructive criticism. He looked at me and smiled, and I noticed that he had catlike theatrical makeup around his eyes. All of a sudden, a baby started crying. I realized it was my baby. I woke up.
You see? You see how crazy I am?
David, please don't ever say "boo" again. It hurt my soul.