This is my journal entry from February 5, 2026 — my real, unedited day, shared just as it happened.
I'm up this morning with a determination to crank out a better version of I'm Seeking a Wife. Despite ChatGPT yesterday recommending after seeing my manuscript that it doesn't think I need to update what I originally dictated, I do. I don't like the person it made me appear as, and I want to change myself. So that I'm a more loving person. And this is like a 10th step of Alcoholics Anonymous, revealing, ew, I see what I need to do to be better. I dictate a new version straight off after having breakfast. This one is less than two hours, which makes it about 30 minutes shorter than the other one. And this one comes out with a beautiful, loving feeling to it. At the end of it, I start breaking down sobbing, wailing and laughing. I figure that means I did it just right. That if I can dictate a letter, a book to my future wife, and it makes me sob and laugh and wail at the end of it, that means I really shot it from the heart. And that I'm thoroughly excited about.
I go to my Alcoholics Anonymous group as soon as I wrap up the dictation. And I get called on. And we're talking about spiritual experiences. And I say that what I just recorded, a book to my second wife, where I cried and grieved the end of my marriage and felt the joy and excitement and gratitude for what's coming. That was a spiritual experience. It was awesome. It's amazing to be able to laugh and cry at the same time, to feel so fully. It was beautiful.
I then head to my workout with my personal trainer. At my gym, we do legs this time. And wow, does he grind my quads. We do three different sets of lunges across the middle of the workout floor. We have our usual joyful conversation. And I tell him about the book. And I tell him how I got a cold reception at the front desk from someone I had messaged and I didn't hear back from her. And he was not surprised. I'm grateful that it doesn't bother me either because with what I just dictated, I see that that's okay if she's not the right one for me or it's not the right time. It'd be much better for me to not take any time or energy for anybody except the second wife. That's the ideal scenario. And in fact, it'd be most interesting if the second wife found my book and that's how it happened rather than just meeting somebody in person. But that said, I'm open.
After working out with my personal trainer, I come home and I go to the grocery store first and load up on stuff. All kinds of healthy food as I usually buy. We get tons of fruits and vegetables. I buy three things of grapes, four things of strawberries, two things of bananas, all that. And load up on some olive oil as well. I like to stay ahead on olive oil. I buy like a gallon of olive oil, and load all that up in the cart, bring it out in just three bags. The bagger does an amazing job, and I tell her, you know, thank you for bagging so carefully and precisely. She lights up. I wish everybody'd say that to her, but it seems like she's not used to hearing that, which is nice that I could give her a compliment. Y'all should be thanking your baggers, especially when they do a good job.
I get home and I make my salad. And I'm bound and determined to start getting I'm Seeking a Wife into form. I start working with ChatGPT, but I'm a little sloppy with the prompt. I don't use the prompt I'd used before to grind out so much great writing. Nope, instead I just fire from the hip and have it make one. And about three quarters of the way through the book, I realized it's butchering my writing. It's absolutely taking the edge off. It's smoothing details into summaries and big ideas. And I'm like, damn it. I should know better than this by now. But it's okay. Now I don't have any more time to rewrite it. But I'll rewrite it tomorrow. And we'll do it properly with the right prompt. The prompt needs to tell it not to smooth anything, not to flatten, to keep all details, especially things like sex and spiritual, and to make it written like it's a professional so it reads really well and smooth. Not just my original dictation, but it reads better than I dictated it. That's what it needs to say.
After that, right when I'm in the middle of realizing this, my ex-wife drops the kids off and we go run to the park. We bring my son's baseball bat. Three tennis balls. I bring the soccer ball and the football. And we have a great time hitting all the balls around the park. My ex-wife forgot their blankets at her house. So she makes a trip to grab her blankets, the blankets for the kids. Then I take my daughter and my son to their lessons. My son has his homework to do. So I sit up front realizing that my mangled transcription, it has to be completely redone. ChatGPT disagrees. It says that it doesn't need to be redone. Just go through and do certain sections. I'm like, nah, it needs to be totally redone. I need to just go start to finish. My son does his homework in the backseat on a different computer, and we both use my nice Verizon hotspot for like $100 a month. Damn, it felt good.
We pick my daughter up, and her friend called to go see if they could go out with her dad to a place that he enjoys. And I dropped my daughter off at her friend's house. Her friend is so happy to see her. Her friend's just like bursting with joy. And her friend's just so happy to see my daughter and to get to go out with her dad and have a fun evening. I am super grateful to be able to support my daughter in having fun. I feel like my job as a parent is to help them enjoy their life and have fun. Like that's anything that facilitates that. That's my job to help do that.
I bring my son back to my house and we have dinner and we set up the Harry Potter deck building game. I think it's called Hogwarts Battle. At first, when we play it, the first location falls quickly. After we pick, I pick up a character and a power that doesn't work very good and my son takes Harry, and the best one, the best proficiency that lets you re-roll house dice and get house dice items cheaper. Which I had last game. And my son certainly noticed that it carried the weight. And I did basically everything. And my son wanted the power for himself this time. And I respect him for speaking up and taking it. But my character sucked and was useless. And we didn't have any location removal. And I encouraged my son. I'm like, let's just quit. Like, I think we lost the first location this early on. We need to just quit and start over because they're going to win. So we quit and start over. And I pick out the one for location removal. And we mow through the game this time. It's close to losing a first location a couple of times, but we remove the location tokens just in time. And my son enjoys having all the horcruxes that he's taken down on his side this time, and getting to do most of the game on his own. We have so much fun, and I'm so grateful for this time with my sweet son. I take a shower, and he cleans the whole game up while I'm in the shower.
We have some more food, get all the dishes washed, and he's laying ready to go to bed by the time my daughter gets home a little after nine. My daughter had so much fun. I get the kids in bed and I set up the space heater. Last night, the space heater got a bit too hot based on the way I set it. So tonight I try circulating the air into the room and turning it down a little bit. We'll see if this hits just right. I'm thankful for another just awesome day of inspiration, creation, and moving forward and hanging out with my kids, cooperation with my ex, and manifesting what I'm dreaming of.
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