No, I'm not dead. Sod off.
I just have to ask this question, though -- HOW is it that I can go for DAYS without anything resembling a smile crossing my face? All during the daylight hours, due to stress, trauma, and out-and-out MADNESS in the office, I have been angry, mad, and nursing an ulcer [this is not an exaggeration]. I've never wanted to shake some people SO BADLY in order to try and get some common sense into their skulls, and then -- BAM! -- walking home, I have an RA of mine call me a "Hoochie" (out of love, I assure you), and I remember why I love working with these students?
Amazing. One little word, and my heart gets lightened.