It's Rather Fun Writing A Female Spy,

On Social Media People Tend To Show Off, And Post Their Most Attractive Picture, And Moments That Are Most Likely To Give Everyone Else Fomo (fear Of Missing Out). They Rarely Share The Moments When They Feel Down, Or When Things Have Gone Wrong And They Need Support.

Quite Quickly I Grew Less Deranged. I Had Begun The Process Of Calming Down, Assimilating And Compromising, Which Is Necessary To Live Comfortably In The World As It Is, And Probably Is Why Its Imbalance Never Changes. But Underneath, My Idea Of Life Was Completely Altered.

I Hate Christmas. Everything Is Designed For Families, Romance, Warmth, Emotion And Presents, And If You Have No Boyfriend, No Money, Your Mother Is Going Out With A Missing Portuguese Criminal And Your Friends Don't Want To Be Your Friend Anymore, It Makes You Want To Emigrate To A Vicious Muslim Regime, Where At Least All The Women Are Treated Like Social Outcasts. Anyway, I Don't Care. I Am Going To Quietly Read A Book All Weekend And Listen To Classical Music.

The Whole Point Of Diaries Is That Other People Find Them And Read What You've Put. I Did Once Take To Writing My Inner Thoughts On The Computer At The End Of Other Things I Was Writing And Ended Up Faxing Four Pages Of Hideous Stuff To My Accountant So I Don't Do That Now.

I Had My Daughter By C-section, So Knew When And Where She Was Going To Be Born. I Got Freakishly Organized And Prepared A Group E-mail Birth Announcement. Unfortunately, I Accidentally Pressed Send All. I Then Had To Send Another E-mail Saying, "i'm Really Sorry But I Haven't Actually Had The Baby Yet." Then, When I Actually Did Have The Baby, I Felt Too Embarrassed To Send Another E-mail Saying, "i've Definitely Had The Baby Now."