Fixing a bad day

Yesterday was a terrible, horrible, no good very bad day. (even in Australia) It steamrolled me. It sucked big, fat, sweaty, hairy monkey balls. It really fucking sucked.

Until I got to head over to the campus mailroom to pick up packages. And found two packages waiting for me.

They were full of goodies from other wonderful bloggers. Toys and lubes and books, oh my! I'm going to have a fun weekend.

Especially since, for the first time in a while, I'm neither half dead of some illness nor cramming for an exam. Because both of those make sex a little less likely, ya know?

And I need sex. It keeps me sane, it makes us both happy, it helps our relationship, and it's just plain fun.