Perspective.

Both boys are busy. I won't get any all weekend!

When you've been five whole entire days without sex and you come to the crushing realization that it might be as much as a week until you get more, you don't have a lot of people to complain to.

Wasn't long ago at all that I went two years between. I'm not bragging because I'm a hottie who can get it whenever she wants, I'm bragging because suddenly, almost inexplicably, after really five years (since my last actual boyfriend) of loneliness and frustration, I'm having actual sexual relationships again. What the fuck happened in the middle?

What the fuck happened just now?

Between now and my death I don't want to have another year without sex. Really I don't want another day without it.

Well, I dunno, maybe the day my dad dies.