You know what I always enjoy about the last episode of American Idol each season? The singles they give to the final two to sing. My god, I didn't know previously that monkeys even had the ability to write music, but now I'm not so sure. There's just no other plausible explanation, besides maybe that Paula writes them while she's drunk.

That's why I'm always convinced that, no matter how hard the contestants try, there's still a small part in each of them that hopes they don't actually win. Sure, the publicity is nice. But look at the shlock they make you sing. Who in their right mind listened to those two mundane, cliche-riddled "songs" they gave Katherine and Taylor last night and thought, "Wow, what a really catchy single. I can't wait to play that on my stereo fifty times a day."

By the way, Taylor in a walk. I'd bet money on it, if I had any.

Either way, it all ends tonight. And I, for one, will be on the edge of my seat ... watching the season finale of Lost. But I'll check in on the last five minutes to see who wins. Then maybe I can get back to my actual life and stop obsessing about this dumb show.