First, my degenerate boyfriend Artie Lange got into some crazy argument with his assistant during yesterday’s “Howard Stern Show” and supposedly resigned.

The gang was already slated to be off next week for one of the 83 annual vacations built into their Sirius contract, so I’m hopeful that a week of not having to wake up at 4:30 a.m. for a daily radio show will change Artie’s mind and the big lug will be back on April 21, sheepish and apologetic for his meltdown.

I love Howard – who remained remarkably controlled throughout the fracas, sort of like a patient dad—but the show just isn’t as sharp and funny when Artie isn’t around.

Then, my evening mirrored the sadness of my morning when my “American Idol” boyfriend, Michael Johns, undeservedly – and, judging from his and everyone else’s reaction, unexpectedly – got bumped off the show.

Look, if the voting reflected the worst of Tuesday night’s performances, Michael didn’t even belong in the bottom three. Carly – much as I adore her—Syesha and David Cook did. And if the voting reflected the weakest candidate, how can anyone argue that Michael’s quiet magnetism wasn’t more appealing than Syesha’s diva-bot performances?

I don’t know. Frankly, whenever a still-strong player gets booted too soon, I always lose a little faith in the show. Not to mention, my interest starts to wane. Now what do I have to look forward to next week? David Archuletta singing “Hero” during Mariah Carey night? And there goes my gag reflex again.

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