181/100

I had no idea I was a huge Jack Johnson fan until I got into the car Friday afternoon and this song was playing and OH, HEY, NAILER OF LYRICS, SINGER SONGWRITER OF MY DREAMS.

If you add us up 
then subtract my lack of sleep. 

I didn't sleep much last week for reasons that have no rhyme. And I'm a little embarrassed by my flare for the dramatic. It sucks being a human being sometimes. And there are plenty of times when I wake up and I'm like "NOOOO! Why did you write that thing?"

I've been erasing. 
Rewrote the second half like this 
So my protagonist 
might find his way back home. 

Anyway, this week I promise not to take myself so seriously. But first, because it's Monday, a song.

Found my foundation

It was underneath me all along

Sing it, Jack Johnson. Fist to the chest. Feet on the floor. 

181. As I was Saying by: Jack Johnson 

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TGINewWeek. 

GGC