There are many mysteries in life. Deep mysteries that I contemplate on the way to work in the morning while balancing a cup of coffee on my knee. This morning’s deep contemplation involved:
1. Why do male R&B singers do this wispy, breathy voice when talking to a girl they like?
Is it the same affect of how laryngitis can sound sexy? Example, new Biebs song:
Now, I’m 30, not 14. But if a man walked up to me and whispered faintly, “Hey girl.” I would wonder, are you choking on something? Do you need medical attention?
Then I’d proceed to show him my wedding ring, of course, darling — and my belly large-with-child. So really, there’d be a lot of reasons why this given scenario is strange. But still, you get my point.
This is a trend in many songs — though I can’t remember any others. And I don’t want to google anything remotely connected to “breathy man voice” because I’m not sure what I would find.
2. Why must we have Daylight Saving time?
And no! I didn’t say it wrong! It actually is Daylight Saving (no “s”), rather than Daylight Savings. I’ve been saying it wrong my whole life. You, however, probably knew it was Daylight Saving. Just like you probably knew that the designer mentor on Project Runway is Tim Gunn, not Tim Dunn.
(I, on the other hand, learned that after pronouncing his name wrong in a presentation to my entire advertising agency.)
But back to the question at hand. I have been consistently waking up an hour late since the time change — no matter what time I go to bed. I have a very stubborn Circadium rhythm.
Me: Wake up, Lauren! The birds are alert! Let’s get to work on time! Let’s get the kids ready to school! Look, coffee!
Circadium Rhythm: I don’t like change. You’re messin’ with my rhythm. I must sleep more. Whine, whine, whine.
You can see how we aren’t getting anywhere. I’m hoping that my body finally adjusts by November — when we will then bounce back an hour.
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