I'm not sure I remember ever being not depressed. More accurately - I think I may have been in a constant low-level state of depression from about age 2-4 onward. If this is in fact true, it explains an awful lot about my development.

In other news, this has been one of the suckier Februaries; I'm much relieved that today is the last day of it. Bleh.

And to end on a better note: I dreamt that domo-kun was the guardian of the portal between universes, but somebody had trapped him in a room with a door handle that his stubby arm couldn't get at. His comment upon being released was "Raaar!"