This is one time when I would have preferred to be a little less right

Yesterday was Tuesday yet again, and with the help of an accomplice, I finally broached the big breakup discussion. It wasn't pretty to say the least. Did you ever see this Seinfeld episode? This was an eerily similar experience (though obviously sans the dead bird and the boyfriend who's secretly on welfare, which is something, I suppose).

Things were getting emotional and awkward, so we've agreed to discuss the topic further over dinner next week. I, for one, plan to drink heavily throughout the conversation.