Tweeted at 11:55 PM, October 4 (Sunday) "You've worked hard for six months, now you don't have to work anymore" — I wish some rich 50-year-old divorced man who thinks like that (balding is fine) would propose to me so I could become a housewife and live like a pet. Tweeted at 11:30 PM, October 7 (Wednesday) I want to meet at a small bistro around Higashi-Ginza around 9 PM, drink well-chilled white wine while complaining "Work is tough—I hate it," and have a kind, smart boyfriend who nods and says "I know" while giving advice and a bit of scolding, but also says "Worst case, it's okay to quit ." Tweeted at 8:22 PM, November 3 (Tuesday) When you can't tell if you're working to live or living to work, that's when real life begins.