I found it.
Papers are in order and mind still a mess.
Like my friend [metaphorically speaking], dear and gorgeous surf-boy, Jack Johnson sings;
 
   "Better staple it together and call it bad weather.
He shot the future in the foot with every step he took
From the places that he's been cause he forgot to look .... but hey ...
Better staple it together and call it bad weather. Whoa."

And he sure rocks. Jack if you read this, marry me please. I'm well worth the effort.