This is my journal entry from February 3, 2026 — my real, unedited day, shared just as it happened.
I wake up with the kids in the morning, which I love, and I get them off to school easily in time. We have a nice morning with some snuggles, and it's cold. I start the car and warm it up early, and I'm excited to try the space heater out when it gets here. I drop the kids off at school, and then I come back home to work on Officer Banfield. I'm so pumped my ads actually sold Officer Banfield and got someone to read it on Kindle with Kindle Unlimited that I want to see if I can polish Officer Banfield up. Officer Banfield is a rough book that I just dictated off the top of my head in graphic detail with very little thinking about any terms and conditions. I just told the story with total raw honesty. Then my editor, English is second or third language for him. He took transcripts that I paid like a dollar a minute to have, and I paid him like 25 or 30 bucks an hour to go through the transcripts, and he edited it into something that reads very raw and real, but at the same time, compared to nice smooth paragraphs and how people are used to reading, my book's pretty rough.
After spending the whole morning I have to work on this, I end up feeling kind of down. Like, man, I don't know if this is a good use of my time. I went through and tried different prompts with ChatGPT. This material is much harder to edit because of such graphic detail on things like the sex and my drinking craziness. I spend two hours to get through 10,000 words of it with editing that's so-so. We've taken off some of the things that could potentially be an Amazon issue, but with the books I see people publishing on Amazon, I think ChatGPT is being paranoid. Like I'm paranoid. I don't think the things it's getting at. Yeah, sure. Maybe something can be smoothed over in Officer Banfield, but it is a memoir too. It's the truth. This is my real life story. And I start feeling like there's something better I could have done with my day, that I wish I'd gotten the book written to my second wife today instead of fooling around with Officer Banfield.
I asked ChatGPT about this too. And I say, is it worth putting 10 hours into Officer Banfield? Because at this rate, I'm going to need 10 more hours to edit this book. And this is not the kind of book that's really likely to sell calls with me, where people are going to want to pay hundreds of dollars an hour to talk to me after reading this book. Like this book could sell and get my name out there, but I really want to sell calls. And I'd really love to meet my next wife with a book. And this doesn't do either of those very well. After which point, I decide I'm going to go forward and crank out an inventory of books that are designed to sell calls because we need to test and see if I can sell calls with Amazon ads and books. And if I can do that, well, then maybe I can take some more time to go through and edit my back catalog. Or what would be even better is to pay an editor $20, $30 an hour for them to do it instead of me doing it. If I can make $200 an hour coaching and if I can write books sometimes that'll make $1,000 an hour that I spend working on the book, I should be doing that and then I should pay somebody else to help. Or I can do the back catalog after I have the foundational assets done. Either way, I don't need to be going through my old catalog now. But at least we tried that. Another distraction though. Man, I must have some powerful books coming out if there's all these powerful distractions.
After working on Officer Banfield, I go to my AA meeting. Nobody calls on me. It's a decent meeting. And I'm feeling more of the desire. I need to get out to some different meetings. I especially want to get out to where there's some hot girls. And there's one attractive girl that's like 30. And she mentions the meetings I've been thinking of going to as meetings where she usually goes. I'm like, all right, good. I think I'm on the right wavelength. As soon as I'm done with my AA meeting, I go to have a massage with a friend. We have a great conversation as usual. She loves my idea to write a book. Right now, my working title is something like I'm Seeking a Wife. She loves the idea. She thinks it's great. And she says she struggles to kind of have time to do everything in her life. And I ask her, well, how much time would you have if you stopped using Instagram? A tough question for her because she feels it's a creative outlet. But at the same time, she knows it drains her and distracts her and gives her that overwhelming feeling. I can relate to having so much to do. And I leave the massage with my friend feeling fantastic.
Then I arrive for tennis immediately after with a friend. And we play a couple of sets as usual. It starts off and he manages to win the first set. And it's reasonably close. Like he wins like 6-4. But then he blows me out in the next set. I don't know what happened, but he went on a tear on the second set and I can barely win a game or two in it. And yet I'm so relaxed from the massage. I'm having fun. Although I do start emoting a little bit towards the last game or two. But I enjoy playing with him and it's nice to see him playing so well. Like he's winning because he's hitting more winners and he's getting back my shots consistently. It's not as much that I'm erring as he's making less errors and hitting lots of winners. We have a nice talk. And then I head home ready to receive the kids. I shower. And I have a salad. My mother comes over. And the kids come over right before my mom does. They immediately go to play with their new friends. And I take a walk around the lake with my mom.
I'm not sure what's going on, but I noticed some energy irregularities in my body. I noticed my throat starts to hurt a little bit when I'm walking around the lake with my mom. Like, what the hell's going on with this? In my experience, this kind of thing often feels connected to whoever I'm with, so I wonder if I'm picking up something of hers or if it's something going on in me expressing myself. I'm like, what the hell? My energy feels weird and I feel like I'm kind of sad being around my mom. And I'm not sure, am I sad because it's how she's feeling or am I sad about something in our relationship? I'm not sure what it is. I try and explore it. I tell her about my idea to write a book, you know, I'm Seeking a Wife, and she thinks it's an interesting idea. She hears me out. She tells me about what's going on with her. We walk around the Crescent Lake.
Then we pick the kids up at the playground. They went there, just the two of them after dark, which I'm glad my daughter's getting that independence that she wanted. And my son's having adventures. I feel great about that. We get back to my house. There's not time to play any games, which my son's a bit sad about. He wanted to play the Harry Potter deck building game, but we didn't get to it. We'll play again soon. He was so excited that we beat it on game seven, the first try, the two of us. And I love how much he loves playing it. We hang out with my mom, pet the dog. They take videos with the dog. I make everybody dinner, pack everybody's lunchboxes to head out early and crank the heat back up. I keep the heat way down during the day because I can always put on extra layers. I don't need to be heating the whole house all day. And then we get in bed. We're in bed at a nice reasonable bedtime, about nine tonight. My mom sings goodnight to the kids. I walk her out to her car and I go to bed.
Feeling a little irregularity in the throat again, wondering what's going on. And it's nice I don't have any other symptoms with it either. I really appreciate having isolated symptoms; in my experience, sometimes one thing seems to manifest and then bring others along, so I'm grateful this stays isolated. I'm also wondering, I had some chili and onions with a carrot. I wonder if this is another signal from my body to cut down on the spicy foods. Because I swear I've gotten that signal a bunch of times, but then I keep having them spicy foods. So I think my body's signaling to cut back on the spicy foods. Now I'm looking forward to a nice night of sleep tonight.
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