Semi-Daily Scribbles

Let's see how late we can be. The plan is to steal the other guy's thunder. Running on fumes…will they be enough? I've only got one strap on my boots and pulling myself up is a bit of a chore. I suppose it's nothing a coconut cream pie can't cure. Inefficient indecision. A wild grasping at straws. Just because we're standing still doesn't mean we're not moving. Forward thinking. The journey starts on the tip of the tongue.