Thanks for agreeing to meet with me today. I tried to sleep through you, but you were having none of it.
I’ll keep it brief. I know we haven’t hit it off in the past. I’ve said things I shouldn’t have and I’m sorry. But speaking frankly, you’re not a lot of fun to be with. I think we need some time apart. More than a week. Just for once, I’d like to enjoy Sunday without you breathing down my neck.
Please don’t take this the wrong way. I understand that you’ve always been overshadowed by Friday. She’s a good-looking girl and popular with it. But you could be too. Maybe if you made a bit more effort with your appearance? You could even be attractive if you’d just stop raining. But you can’t keep dumping on Tuesday and threatening Sunday. They need a break. We all do.