Dear Self,

The chair you were sitting in literally snapped beneath you this morning. Luckily everyone was around to witness the event(read: sarcasm). They all rushed to help you because they thought you were crying. But nope, you were just laughing to the point of tears.

It might take some kind words to get you back into a bathing suit though. Let's go running tomorrow, eh? Goal for the next 5 months: no more broken chairs.

India-1, Self-0,
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