I've been trained and I don't like it.

I've just come to the conclusion of the shittiest weekend I've had in months, and I'm starting to believe that maybe fun should be reserved for the other five days of the week or something. On top of that, I'm spending money like a madman, and my fucking savings account is getting smaller by the fucking day. I have no idea where any of my friends are, and it's anybody's guess as to whether I'm going to be able to relax at all for the next five days.
I'm stone cold sober in other words. It's really not all that it's cracked up to be, as all my previously established emotional defenses have been stripped to the bones, leaving me weak as a newborn kitten. I hate the feeling of a weekend taken away. We're taught and trained that r and r is only feasible on two days of the fucking week. It's ridiculous. I've got hoards of relaxation time, I work a night job, for chrissakes. I have the most stress free job in the fucking city, no car, no mortgage, nothing to that effect. It's all easy and relaxed and based on my own schedule.
The idea that I have to limit my fun and enjoyment to two days a goddamn week is ridiculous. Really, it's all about the drugs I wanna do. There's a part of me all mopey and shit because I can't get my fuckin ecstasy evening like I want it. What a goddamn joke.
Relax.
Take a deep breath.
try to ignore that mysterious headache.
Just be cool. Help, or some form of it, is on the way.