Papa. Mike. Sierra.

It happened again: Last night I went to bed with every intention of closing my eyes and thinking about how great it would be to have my own pony until I felt asleep, a process that usually takes about 20 seconds. Instead, my brain was at THREAT LEVEL ORANGE in which every imagined slight was blown completely out of proportion, every sideways glance, backhanded compliment or un-returned phone call from the past month was reviewed and fitted into every possible negative scenario until I found myself weeping and snotty at midnight because nobody loved me anymore.

When I finally sat up because couldn't breath through my nose anymore, I felt a very dim bulb turn on somewhere in the tiny portion of my brain that was still functioning at a rational level. Huh. I got up and went into the bathroom to look at my pill pack. Guess what starts next week? DUH and DUH and DUH some more. I really ought to change my prescription to something that doesn't dispense a lovely dosage of despair every month.

To try and balance things out today I made an Etsy Treasury featuring creepy things. For those of you who don't know what that is, it's basically a list of cool things found on Etsy, usually with a theme. It's my first treasury, so please take a look.