A blatent plea for help

*shakes head* I'm so fucked. Our check didn't come in the mail today. I hvae till midnight to come up with $500. I've called every government office that offers to help with emergency payments, and they all want me to call my caseworker. So I called her. Either she's quit, or was fired, because suddenly with no notice, we have a different one. Who is not answering her phone, and her voicemail is full. My parents already shelled out to help with the pro-rate and "first month's rent" which really isn't used for the rent. Nooo, they just call it that because it's the same amount, and they hold it until you move out. So it's really a security deposit. Gawd.
The bank is closed. Cameron's paycheck is almost gon already to bills that were "automatic payments" from our checking account. I've appealed to every family member who could spare it, but there just isn't any chance.
My last hope is that someone reading my blog loves me enough to extend a personal loan to me, at ANY rate of interest they want and paypal me the money. Because I have to give the rent as a money order or certified check, and I can use my palpay ATM card to withdraw the money and buy a MO.
I don't have a lot of hope tho. Everyone who reads my blog ( all 12 people. XP ) is basically as poor as myself.
My kids can't understand why Mommy is crying. They keep asking if I'm sick. I can't tell them I'm scared shitless that we're going to be homless in six and a half hours. Children's services will take them away, I just know it. I've prayed and prayed, the last month that all this moving and crap would be a new start for us.

I'm at the end of my rope. Maybe it would have been better if thast window HAD slashed my artery.
I just. I don't know what to do. I have no options, nowhere to turn. Cam is at his training class. He doesn't know the worst yet. How will I tell him?
Why? I try so hard.. I have to go get some more tissues. I can't type anymore.