At Least They're Committed

It is not uncommon for me to find myself staring at an entry on my daily to-do list wondering what the heck my Neanderthal scrawlings were intended to say. This morning as I squint (as if that will help) at what appears to be “Piss on FB, Fuck” thinking I might have overdone it on the pain killers last night, I finally remember it’s “Pics on FB, Flickr.” Ah.