You can always tell when my depression is acting up: I draw a lot of cartoons with Yule in them. You've been warned.

Yule and Cadaverine must have had the same type of experience in high school that I did. I remember having to use oil paints left over from DaVinci's days while the football team got new uniforms/gear every single year. Band equipment needs tubes? Nope! Gotta get new shoelaces for every boy on the team! Textbooks are out of date? Sorry - we need new dirt on the football field! Add to that the stupidity of my fellow students who would harass me and beat me up every other day, yeah, I'm a little bitter. I find a sick bit of pleasure in seeing all of their kids being bullied... just like what they did to me. (I pity the kid involved though - such bad luck to have an idiot for a parent as well as being bullied.)

You want compassion and warm fuzzies? Go read "Mutts". That just ain't my bag.