My school counselor got me a hotel room downtown until Saturday, so I don't have to worry about being on the streets for a bit. It's a pretty nice place. I'm still waiting for her to do the credit card authorization, so I haven't seen the room yet, but it's nearly 3x the price of the motel where I was staying before. I feel kind of bad. I discouraged her from doing it, but I'm glad to have a place to stay.
I went to the gym with some of the guys. I was too tired from my sleepless night to be very productive, but I got to talk to the first guy I'd planned on telling about my problem. He was very sympathetic, as expected, and even went and talked to student affairs for me. I wanted to unload more on him but realized that wouldn't be fair of me, so I held my tongue at least somewhat.