Dear probabilities. I know we've had our good and bad (mostly bad) times together and we have truly been through a lot, but enough is enough. I have never been able to understand you completely (or just on more than basic scale) and there are times when I feel that everything you're telling me is just a bunch of cheap lies. So I have to say it now, because I'll probably will not be able to speak after everything scheduled for tomorrow and the day after tomorrow has passed. On the day after the day after tomorrow my brain is serving you with divorce papers. Everything more complicated than people sitting around a table will be past and I sincerely hope I will never have to see your mad and complicated backside again.

Yours truly...