Complex Numbers

Revisited: "I'm in Hell."

As per usual for Sundays, I picked an old blog entry at random to comment on.

This one's from 2009, and it's just a short personal update: "I'm in Hell." 

Last night, my wife went willingly to a Katy Perry concert.

Apparently, I was still married in April of 2009. I never can remember when we separated. I think it was a couple of months later, but I don't care enough to chase that down.

You know, the "I kissed a girl" chick?

I didn't actually hate Katy Perry. Nowadays, I actually kinda respect her. Not the music, just her. What I despised, and still do, is fads.

Wait, it gets worse:

Apparently, the concert is part of the...

Hello Katy tour.

The context here is that I used to have this shtick about hating Hello Kitty, and juxtaposing a vapid-sounding pop singer with the nefarious neko would have been enough to clue readers at the time that I was, indeed, in hell.

If you need me, I'll be over there in that room with all the cushions on the wall.

Yeah, I shouldn't have made light of mental illness, but I did, and still do, a lot of things I shouldn't.