Leaving party day

Friday 13 Sept.

I hope what they say about Friday 13th is not true. It is a big day for
me. The day I have my official leaving party at the College. We are
supposed to be going on to a bar afterwards, but S is now talking about
the park. I'm not sure I fancy the park. I like parks, but I'm not sure
I like drinking in the park. Drinking in parks is what winos do,
huddled on park benches. In the evening I'd rather be inside a bar,
unless the marquee bar thing in the park is open. We'll see.

Today is my last day of work with A, which is sad. But it is time to
move on. I feel it in my bones. I am being drawn to my new life. Most
people think it's a good idea. Only my dad is not in favour, but
hopefully he will come to terms with it.

I am getting stressed about money. I want to enjoy myself at my leaving
parties, my last couple of weeks in London? but I have no job to go to
afterwards. I am already starting to spend my savings and I could get
through them in no time. I have to be dependent on Rug which is weird.
I need to get at least a part-time job soon, to retain a bit of
independence. He has made me promise I won't worry about money on our
week's holiday, but I might.