If you have a brother who is doing well enough that he can afford trips to tropical islands and house renovations, and has offered you money with no limits without you even asking because he knows how much you need to find a place to live...

Why on EARTH would you ask your UNEMPLOYED daughter FIRST about a THOUSAND DOLLAR loan (no matter how short-term the loan would be [in this case until the 15th]) and give her a mini panic attack from the massive amount of stress and pressure AND THEN say "Oh, nevermind, I'll just ask my brother. He's offered me money already, I just haven't taken him up on it."

I'm running on VERY little sleep, okay, my body CANNOT handle this right now.

ARGH.

On a positive note: We finally got a house. Papers are being drawn up to be signed.