Oh God, What's Wrong With Me? Why

Tom Has A Theory That Homosexuals And Single Women In Their Thirties Have Natural Bonding: Both Being Accustomed To Disappointing Their Parents And Being Treated As Freaks By Society.

It Seems Wrong And Unfair That Christmas, With Its Stressful And Unmanageable Financial And Emotional Challenges, Should First Be Forced Upon One Wholly Against One's Will, Then Rudely Snatched Away Just When One Is Starting To Get Into It. Was Really Beginning To Enjoy The Feeling That Normal Service Was Suspended And It Was Ok To Lie In Bed As Long As You Want, Put Anything You Fancy Into Your Mouth, And Drink Alcohol Whenever It Should Chance To Pass Your Way, Even In The Mornings. Now Suddenly We Are All Supposed To Snap Into Self-discipline Like Lean Teenage Greyhounds.

I Realize It Has Become Too Easy To Find A Diet To Fit In With Whatever You Happen To Feel Like Eating And That Diets Are Not There To Be Picked And Mixed But Picked And Stuck To, Which Is Exactly What I Shall Begin To Do Once I've Eaten This Chocolate Croissant.

I Was Writing An Earnest Novel About Cruises In The Caribbean And I Just Started Writing 'bridget Jones' To Get Some Money, To Finance This Earnest Work, And Then I Chucked It Out.

I Got Into My Usual Obsessive Writing Frenzy, Using All The Material I'd Worked On For So Long And Crafting It Into A Little Novel [bridget Jones's Baby: The Diaries].