Much like an American Idol contestant, one man’s journey is over.

Moshe Levin has been reported as being out for the count of the Omer, the annual springtime mitzvah that really feels like it’ll never end. It seems that Levin meant to daven maariv on what would have been the 5th night of the Omer, but, as he puts it, he “totally spaced.”

This comes as a big disappointment to those Levin fans who were really rooting for him this time, hoping this would be the year he’d finally get it together. After seeing his resurge in shacharis attendance in January, a month when—let’s face it—it’s a pain to get up, experts at the time predicted Levin to make it at least until the third week of the Omer.

Although this year’s exit was an early one, there is still a silver lining to the story. Levin managed to beat his record from last year, when he didn’t even count the first night. Apparently, during his second seder he drank fourteen cups of wine instead of the customary four. After passing out when his family opened the door for Eliyahu HaNavi, who has recently been reported as having some wine-related difficulties of his own, Levin slept for the next twenty hours. In previous years, he never made it very far in the counting of the Omer, though such was primarily the case because he was still in high school at the time, and maariv was optional.

Levin is particularly embarrassed about his shortcoming because for the next seven weeks at shul, while everyone else is saying the bracha to count, he’ll be forced to mutter gibberish or hum the tune so nobody else knows he’s out.

Levin does have past experiences where he’s creatively been able to forgo embarrassment. Last month, he was spacing out during Shmoneh Esreh of Friday night maariv and he started beating his chest for Selach Lanu, a prayer that isn’t said on Friday night. Luckily, he was able to turn his chest-beat into a convincing scratch, making his blunder unbeknownst to the people around him.

We congratulate Mr. Levin on making it this far, although you really got to be an idiot to not make it a week. But we wish him success in future Omer counts, urging him to sign up for that thing that texts you what day it is.