Does anyone have a rope?

I'm stuck.
I'm not sure if you can actually call it a rut though.
Ruts last for a short amount of time, slumps slightly longer.
This is more like the Grand Canyon.

I want to meet people.  I want to make new friends, while hanging on tightly to the already amazing friends I have.  I want to date.
How to get these things is the problem I'm having.

I have no money to go 'out' whenever I want to.  I work afternoon's and evenings so I barely see the friends that I do have.  And the nights I actually do have free of work, my son is home with me.  Between dinner, homework, and spending quality time together before shower and bedtime, there isn't a lot of time to do anything else.

So.
How the hell do I climb out of this fucking hole?

Top Secret! For your eyes only!!

So.
Operation: ORGANIZE is taking off in full force this week.

I'm not getting things done as quickly as I had wanted to, but the important thing is that I'm getting things done, right?
I'm extending my initial 'must-be-done-date' to January 31st, which I think is a reasonable goal.
And if you see me during this time...consider this a warning.
This is what I look like...

Original Post by Allie Brosh here.

Resolutions Schmesolution

Last year I vowed to do the things that scare the fuck out of me.
I guess 1 out of 4 isn't too bad.

Eh.  We all know resolutions suck ass.  It's just one more way for people to be hard on themselves for not sticking to some ridiculous promise they made.
So this year I'm not only going to do things that scare me ('cause it's actually kind of fun) but I'm going to be nicer to myself.

Starting with...

...More sleep.  It's the one thing that I never allow myself enough time for.  So starting today, I am going to do everything in my power to make sure I get at least 7-8 hours of sleep each night.  I think it's one of the nicest things I can do for me.

The next thing I need to do for myself...

...it must be done.  There are days when I am so stressed out because my home looks like a hurricane hit it.  I can't take it anymore!  It might not be pretty, but things are going to be boxed up, stored, thrown away and put away.  Emotional attachments be damned.

And the last thing that WILL be done this year...

...my lips are ready for a work-out.  So if you are male and single...watch out.

Here's hoping that this year brings us all the happiness that we deserve.

And a job would be nice too.