while there's moonlight and music and love and romance

I go back to work, and suddenly I have nothing to say. This may well be because when I am at work I spend ALL DAY saying things. Telling him this, asking her that, answering a question, answering it again...answering it again...answering it again.

And then again: just for luck.

By the end of the working day my brain is a fuzzy mess, filled with mental static.

Bzzzzzt.