You spend a nice weekend trying to enjoy yourself, have fun, live semi-carefree.
Your net result is to be broke and horribly depressed and cursing the existence of the guy who invented sunny days. And you think your inability to get a cab when you're late for work (because you're horribly depressed) has something to do with that.
Fucking mood swings.
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