Firstly... pixxxel... "Brian" is an exotic name?!

Secondly, J...

On the list of people from whom you'd want to solicit relationship advice, I'm near the bottom. Smack dab between that Republican Senate candidate from Illinois who dropped outta the race because his freaky kink fetish excursions with his ex wife got exposed and Catherine the Great.

On the job front thingamajigger - and let me preface this by wise words from my father to the effect of "Don't ask for advice unless you're ready and willing to hear something you don't wanna hear" - though... when all else fails, go retail.
There's gotta be something around. Anything. Sometimes you just gotta swallow your pride and take whatever job is available. And I don't mean sellin' your ass on the street or kidnapping babies for scientific experiments. I mean none of us are above making frappachinos or folding clothes when we have to.

I learned that myself when I made the decision to leave the government/security industry and try my luck at the Internet... only to find myself going from folding dotcom to dotcom during the bubble burst, college educated, a flashy and fancy resume and having worked jobs overseeing subordinates and had multimillion dollar government contracts and corporate decisions made based on my opinions... to working at The Gap. Because it was a guaranteed job when I needed something to keep myself from atrophying, getting caught up in lazyness, feeling unproductive, getting anxious and to help pay the bills as my savings dwindled.

Despite the fact that I had a bazillion great ideas in my head at the time and an endless list of things that would make me rich in my pocket, none of those were paying the bills. The Gap did. Though only for a week because I got hired somewhere else I'd applied to awhile back right after I started working at The Gap. But it was the willingness to take that step down in the first place.

This industry has no shortage of people who financed their own businesses and great ideas by working some shitty ass jobs in the meantime. And getting up, getting dressed and going out to a job everyday is an invaluable motivator. It might not flood your bank account with loads of dough, but it'd be a commitment that'll help get you up and on your feet. And a lot of your other anxieties and frustrations - with b/f, with home, with glasses, with self - will start to sort themselves out or fall in to perspective at least when you're able to produce a paycheck every 2 weeks.

My 2cents.