Dear Math

Dear Math: I hate you, officically loathe you, utterly despise you. No there is nothing you can say, no you cannot make it up to me, I am wise to your wily ways cloaked in logic and deductions. Stop calling and leave my stitch counts alone, it really isn't funny when you slip two stitches out in the middle of a pattern and then cause mass hysteria when the fronts won't join up. Go away and hang out with physics where you belong, away from me and my creativity.