I have to do something, duh. Between playing CDs of things like the Burnout 2 and 3 soundtracks, Metallica's Garage, Inc. album, and whatever else I'm mixing these days, I think about sex. I think about it till I get a nice big hard-on, then I let it go away. Then I do it again. It's healthy for all the parts involved to get a fresh surge of blood once in a while, it keeps my mind occupied, and since I think about sex pretty much non-stop anyway, might as well run with it.
So yeah, if you work at my office and need me to come over to your desk, and I delay you a moment, don't take offense. I'm trying not to poke you in the eye.