Too Much of a Good Thing?

Here's the thing: is it possible to have too much sex? When you're not getting any, when the only thing taking a stroll through your bedroom are tumbleweeds, then sex takes on the same importance to survival such as air, water, and food. You can't stop thinking about it, you become obsessed with bad soft porn on late-night cable (me, I walk by the Abercrombie & Fitch store model one too many times) and generally give off a "I NEED to get laid" desperation vibe wherever you go. When help finally arrives, it's fantastic, it's incredible, it's out of this world, and you can literally have it anytime, anywhere, even with pancakes. But now, it's starting to lose its allure. The magical moments are suddenly becoming more akin to sock sorting or getting the mail. I mean, isn't that the case with basically anything - candy, donuts, fried food, Chia Pets? So. In order to keep it exciting, thrilling, mind-blowing, etc., do we put ourselves on a sex "diet"?