This is my journal entry from January 17, 2026 — my real, unedited day, shared just as it happened.
I woke up this morning and immediately went to the AA meeting. Got a nice regular-ass time there. Then went home to get to work on my help letter. I powered through the first 6,000 words of it, going back and forth, dictating, getting the initial part written out, and having ChatGPT do some editing on it. Grateful it goes into so much detail on my health journey, including getting sober, losing weight, and then adjusting my beliefs about health and well-being to really hit the next level. I mean, these are things, in my experience, a lot of people have never heard of before.
After that, I throw down a big salad and my ex-wife gets home to drop my son off with me for a couple hours. We first start off getting ready. My daughter has a new Apple Watch, and my son wants me to set it up. But I research it, and I can't set up a new Apple Watch on my current carrier. So I'm going to need to figure that out later, which will be just awesome. After working through that, my son and I go to the park and play. We bring his soccer ball and his football. He's just so incredibly cute carrying his foam football while he kicks around the soccer ball. It absolutely is just the most adorable thing he's done lately.
I was a little sad that my ex-wife said the kids didn't want to have an overnight. And my ex-wife says, well, they shouldn't just do one night at your house and then one night at mine. I'm like, why not? We live five minutes apart. Why the fuck can't the kids stay here Friday, Saturday night, and then stay at your house Sunday, and then stay at my house Monday and Tuesday, and then stay at yours Wednesday and Thursday, mine Friday, yours Saturday? Like, I don't see why not. They got all the stuff they need at each house. She's like, yeah, I guess that does make sense. It's a bit too early to get neurotic about this. Like, yeah, the kids have everything they need. They got one parent at each house. There's no reason they can't bounce back and forth like a bouncing ball.
I play with my son until 4 p.m., at which point it's time for a tennis match. And my son and I had so much fun in the park. I love kicking the ball with my little buddy and watching him run around with the football. And we threw the football a little bit and kicked it into the trees. We also flew the drone in the park. And now I want to get him and my daughter a kite, maybe a couple of kites to fly as well, because another dad was flying a kite in the park today. I'm like, man, my son, he's one of those too. We went back home and met my ex-wife there. She picked my son up. I didn't get to see my daughter today, but she took my son back home and I headed off to my tennis.
I met up with a friend. We're doing doubles and ultimate together. I got there nice and early, grabbed us a court. It looked like the two guys we were playing with were already warming up and they had some hard ass serves. I warm up a tiny bit. Then my friend gets there and we talk and warm up a little bit more. We jump into the double set with these guys. No warm up or anything. Let's just jump into the plan. They come out firing with their serves. My friend wins us the first game off of his serve. But then they win most of the next games, winning the set 6-3 after my friend held his serve twice and I held my serve once. But these guys' serves are coming so fast. I backed up like three feet from the baseline so I could return them with a little bit more reaction time. The one guy is also wild and hitting balls all over. I lose a couple of points because the fucking ball's coming at my face so fast. I'm thinking self-preservation and not winning a tennis point, doing shit like the Matrix, dodging balls, using my racket just to avoid my face. In the second set, my friend and I managed to get it to 4-4, but they eke out the last two games close, as we go to deuce in at least one of them. We have a great time, and we're enjoying the banter with everybody, and we got a little bit of a workout. Not too much of a workout, but a little bit of workout.
Then the real interesting stuff happens after I sit down and talk to my friend, as I'm talking about how I haven't had sex since early November, which by now is about two and a half months. And my friend tells me about some lifestyle parties he goes to and a rope-tying course, and suggests I check out that scene. Now, I don't consider myself much into fetish or kink. As a woman I dated briefly said, I seem pretty vanilla. But maybe there's some room to explore, too, because let's say I meet wife number two and we lock it down into monogamy again. This would be the time that I should be getting out there and experiment. And so if I ever did want to get into some more exploratory stuff, this would probably be the time, right? My friend has lots more good stories for me.
And I go home thinking about this right before we leave. We're at a park, and it starts to get sketchy up in that bitch. Like there's people smoking weed in the parking lot with us. There's this dude that looks like he's going to whip out and just piss in a parking lot right there. But then he starts dancing and jumping right next to his tire while he's looking at his car. There's somebody that's got a baby in a stroller and then somebody smoking weed right next to them. I'm like, we need to get up out this bitch. It's time to go. I was thinking of a Dave Chappelle skit, and the scene was getting a little wild, so I figured it was time for us to bounce. You know, I'm just loving and having fun and talking shit, but why do I have to make excuses for my own diaries that nobody's going to read anyway?
Now I get home. And I have some hummus for dinner. I listened to an entire special. The fuck was that called? It was on Netflix. And it was this comedian who destroys America. It was Ronny Chieng, and it was his special called Speakeasy. I swear I watched this shit before. And some of it wasn't even that funny. He started off hating on people that are anti-vax and stuff, and I'm skeptical of vaccines myself, but I still made it through it anyway. Like you should be able to listen to something that offends you. And you should be able to plow through the material anyway. If you're an alive, awake person. If you're a goddamn bot, you can't fucking handle it.
Then I'm like, you know what, my daughter's gonna be real excited about her Apple watch. Let's just figure this shit out tonight. So I take three hours, three hours, to look through the carriers that support having a cellular number on an Apple watch, and I look at Boost Mobile, which they're gonna give me a plan for like $20 a month or some shit to start, to move my phone number over off my $25 a month unlimited plan that I had on Tello. I have to move that shit over and then I can add an Apple Watch on somewhere else. So I look at Tello, I look at Boost Mobile, but then the disclaimer says my fucking bill is going to go up to $50 a month right afterwards, after the promo period ends. I'm like, the fuck does that mean? Like, I thought it was $25 or $35 a month. I'm tired of T-Mobile shit anyways. You know what? Fuck it. I used to be on Verizon. So now my silly ass signs up for Verizon again. I'm like, fuck it. We're going to go back to Verizon. Verizon was the cell phone I first had. So I sign up for Verizon again. And this shit is like, they're just going to get you every month. And that's going to be the bill.
For real talk, the bill for one, for my phone, and I actually moved my second phone off of it, so we're looking at paying, you know, 40 something at a minimum. But goddamn, my bill now is like $100 a month on Verizon. And yet I remember Tello really sucked traveling sometimes. My shit was going to suck trying to not have a hotspot on Boost Mobile. And if you upgraded it, I'm like, fuck it, I should just go Verizon. So Verizon does have a cool thing where you can just put a second number on there for $10 more a month, and it gives you all that shit. I was not even on 5G. My slow ass was on regular LTE. I'm just upgrading to 5G now, and I got this new iPhone. So here we are, baby. We're on Verizon now, and we're paying extra money, but my daughter's got her watch.
After three hours, and all the shit worked, too. Like, that's the crazy part. Everything fucking worked. It still took three hours to get everything all activated. And it took me a minute to figure out the eSIM. Like, it's so nice my ex-wife didn't have to do this because, holy shit, this was an activity. I'd have much rather went to the mall and just bought the watch with the kids today instead of doing all this shit for three hours. But I'm so grateful I got it all set up. And I'm back on Verizon, which if I travel, and who knows what's going to happen in my life. I got a mobile hotspot so I can sit outside a few hundred feet and do my shit out there. So I can sit out by Crescent Lake on my computer with my mobile hotspot and do my shit out there. How nice. My daughter's got her watch with its own phone number and everything. I shared the contact card with my ex-wife. I sent a text message. And I'm like, shit, it's 1122. This whole day just blew by. But the nice thing is the entry for today is pretty simple because I pretty much just did tennis, worked on my work, went to an AA meeting, set up my daughter's watch, and hung out with my son. It was a simple ass day for a simple motherfucker like me.
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