Weekends Suck

Someone once told me that they hated the weekends because they couldn't do much as far as job searching was concerned and they didn't have the money to just have fun. I understood what this person said but never really felt them on it until now. I absolutely hate the weekends. I'm 1200+ miles away from all that is more familiar to me including my closest friends and family. The two words that describe me the best right now are broke and lonely. I think God every day that I do have a job to go to and that this job is taking care of my needs but that's it. It's only taking care of my needs and I'm living check to check in the process anyway. I've never been this broke in my life. Adding to that frustration is that this city is so freakin large. I would love to visit family or go explore a little but I don't have the extra money to replenish that gas that would inevitably be used during such an excursion. Not to mention that I haven't done some serious shopping in almost a year. Finally, I do get lonely at times. I've someone grown accustomed to someone else always being around and while I absolutely enjoy living on my own, I could use a little attention. My current source of entertainment has to be the absolute worst when it comes to answering texts and calls so I'm pretty much bored with him. So here I am, on a Friday night in one of the largest cities in the country, at home - broke, bored, and alone.