Lovely, for the most part

My internal female organs have violated our truce and decided to rip my lower abdomen to shreds. OW. Bitches.
Loving the job, mostly. Hating the early hours, but I have a little baby queerling in my class who wants to know all the gay words. Vindication! And they're a bunch of cuties who seem to be interested, for the most part. They behave decently, even.
Mother making me feel desperate/crazy. *sigh* After this month I am unoffically Moving Out. After August, the Official Moving Out shall commence.
Love is love and love is lovely.
Also lovely: Anticipation of paying off my credit cards, then going Back-To-School shopping. Huzzah for clothes and office supplies.
Not lovely: Scary new school debt.
Lovely: Big scary French paper from end of semester apparently got a B-. Some academic god still loves me.
Lovely: Ring on my finger.
Lovely: Faith & Practice
Achingly lovely, in a tormenting way: Thunderstorms.