I'm so smart, too bad I can't get anything figured out.

I'm going to Bournemouth for the weekend on Friday, where I will meet Moony that night where her coach will drop her off. In honesty, the next time I write a post will probably be when I'm with her, and that's going to be a welcome change.

Originally, we were going to stay with a really good friend of mine, but of course his mum has decided to pull back her offer and she's a stubborn woman.

It's left us with nowhere to stay overnight. The original plan was to stay until Sunday evening, to stay away from home for as long as possible, but I don't think that's possible now.

I sent an e-mail to my therapist, asking him to send out a mass e-mail or text, and I pretty much begged for a place to stay, a couch. We could get the train to Weymouth and hope for the best, but Moony has travelled enough by that point, and I'd rather not go back so soon. Not to mention I have no idea if I can afford that.

As it stands, I will have £53.75 by the end of the week. £10 of that is really supposed to go towards paying for my last two therapy sessions. £30 was supposed to be for my holiday because otherwise I've got nothing to pay my own way with. It's probably going to be £7.50 to get to Bournemouth once I get the bus as far as I can go and follow it up with the train, because I finally screwed up and was an idiot and lost my bus pass today so I can't luck my way onto a bus into Poole. And £9 something to get home, combined with bus fares.

In short, it's going to be a very rough weekend in terms of money management. I'm going to ask for more to get food, but I'm pushing it by needing money just to get to school, and we're incredibly low on money right now.

But, it's just 48 hours until I get to be with Moony again. My therapist promised to do what he can to sort out the situation for us, and I just have to hope somebody is as friendly as the first time I went there and got a lift all the way home (details some way back in my blog, probably about February).

Something I like about Bournemouth is that pretty much whenever I'm there, I'm only within two or so days away from seeing Moony. It's an accidental realisation, but one all the same. Every time I have a holiday I go to group, and I get to see Moony somehow. That's the only main points in my holidays.

This is another one of those events that is stressing me out but I'm strangely calm about it. I think because it's physically a long way away, I haven't registered how serious it is yet. Besides, I'll be with Moony. Worst things could happen.

Though really, I shouldn't even be worrying about this. I don't have to deal with it until tomorrow. I do, however, have to work on my Personal Statement for University. Anybody in the UK will understand how much this sucks. I don't know if other countries have the same. If you don't, feel bloody lucky.

Maybe one day I'll finish things on time and not need to get work done the night before. But today is not that day.