The SALT! Oh my gosh the saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaalt

So, ok, this is totally my own fault, but I didn't FEEL like I was poisoning myself at the time :/

I am sitting here swooning with nausea, after half an hour on the bathroom floor, and somewhere in there it occured to me, with a retch and a tilt of the room, that I think my blood has turned to saline and that is the problem.

In the last 24 hours I've eaten a can of black olives either on their own or with tacos featuring canned refried beans, packaged shells, and cheese, and an entire jar of pesto on half a box of triscuits, and some turkey bacon.

DON'T EVER DO THAT. Your liver with have seizures. UGH.

...Tomorrow is fruit and water day.

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Bilboards and bus stop ads have popped up all over my town, for the website "WhocanIsue.com" - the picture on the ads is of a business man with a briefcase slipping on a banana peel. I don't know whether to laugh or cry, you know?

And, oddly enough, they've largely replaced an ad campaign that featured a man with one finger pressed thoughtfully to his chin, in response to the question, "What have you done for your marriage today?"

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What if you found yourself strongly compelled to create art that was ecstasy in the making, and that you also thought afterwards was marketable, but you didn't really identify with or even necessarily "approve of" the art yourself?

For instance, if you had strange, overwhelming compulsions to make paintings and it was very cathartic in the execution. But once they were done, while you knew they'd appeal to some sector of the population, you were personally offended by the images, as well as not sure they were something you wanted associated with you.

ETA DON'T READ THE COMMENTS FIRST.

I really mean, you, whoever you are, imagine you in a burst of inspiration just painted this absolutely amazingly realistic rendition of something that is blatantly racist, and now you're standing back from it in horror. Or you just wrote a cheesy bodice ripper romance novel in a fit of inspiration, even though that kind of thing grosses you out to the max. What comes next? Do you destroy it? Share it with a few friends? Keep it for the memory? Or put it out there, because it's really good for it's niche...even though you don't really identify with it. That's what I want to hear.