A day in the life of a Big Brother

Author's Note: This supposed to be from the vantage point of Big Brother, the leader of the country Oceania in the book 1984
Diary Entry, Nov 14, 1984,
I wake in my bedroom, in my palace, in my country. The grey sky seems grotesque, for the sky is in this constant form, though it contradicts my mood because in a report from the front lines, I learn that my forces have one a glorious victory over my former colleague, Emmanuel Goldstein's, military. Closing my eyes in ecstasy, I lean back and enjoy the feeling of having the world at my fingertips, the feeling of having nobody to challenge you, or enlighten you on the proper way to run a country. Unbeknown st to me, my primary advisor steps in and attempts to give me an account on thought criminals. Apathy courses through my veins until I burst and have my security force escort him to the streets, for I have greater issues. Several individuals are taking a liking to Goldstein, and I have had them "vaporized" as my staff like to call it. Therefore I incorporated the "Two Minute Hate" into the daily schedule, to increase hatred between the two warring countries. It seems as though this has been my most stellar idea yet as people gain a prejudice against the people of Goldstein.
Diary Entry, Nov 21
Striding through the streets of my capitol, London, I watch in horror as a screaming women is taken from her children by a tight-lipped thought police officer. His attire and manner are blunt and give away nothing, for him this is routine I realize.
Later trudging back to my palace I spy on a regular citizen walking sadly with his head down, he walks to work and back every day in a never ending cycle. His sanctuary is sleep, a time when life doesn't involve interaction. I stroke my moustache and wonder if I'm the monster, if I'm doing the right thing?