When I’m dead
I was cracking up at Iggy Pop on Fresh Air today citing how he has this ritual where he says, “If I was dead, I wouldn’t have to…”
This morning, after having gone to sleep closing a chapter from Grit and Grace that was pretty horrific, I woke and had this feeling like I should jump out of bed, do this and that, and get to my desk by this time, or else.
Then I rolled over and went back to sleep.