Money money money...

Must be funny, in a rich man's world. If anyone knows of any laughing rich men who feel like giving me some money, please let me know.

I am penniless. Not because of going away, which is the normal way of things, as I didn't have to pay for very much, but, well, because I've got no income and am funding my MSc myself. I know a lot of people do this every year, but they are probably much better with money than I am...

I moved out of the house in London to save money, and in theory I am, as I'm not paying rent to my mother (on her insistence, I add). However, the person who was supposed to move in hasn't, so I am still paying rent on the house every month. £368 a month seemed a lot when I was living there. It seems extortionate now.

So now I'm off to the bank to ask about a loan. I really did hope I'd be able to get by without, but apparently not. I hate the feeling of being in debt, I actually feel quite panicky about it. Heart races, breath comes in shorter gasps...Will I ever be on top of it?

And the problem comes back again and again because when I feel down or crap or rubbish or ill, I shop. Always have done. My mother is the same. So I'm really not helping myself at all... So it's all my fault, really. ARGH!

I promised this post wouldn't be moany. But I also think (as has been commented on by Pete) that there is less to write about at this time of year. Hence the moan moan moan. Sorry...