Okay. Let’s start with the last one first. I don’t know you well enough to talk about my sex life just yet.
Loud rock music appeals to my hyperactive self. It’s like being tossed into white-water: I’m already bouncing around at high speeds — immersing me in loud, energetic music just takes me higher, faster, in a thrilling ride towards eventual burnout and exhaustion. I definitely use rock music with caution, and mostly on the very occasional weekend, with a side order of dancing.