this morning #1324.

this morning, she’d banned me from coming upstairs while she “took care of something very important.” even went as far as to employ the word “stay” as she walked away, as if i was her dog. i obeyed. flopped down on the living room couch & turned on the TV. if she’s going as far as to employ that sort of forceful command, she’s clearly serious. no need to pick a fight this early in the day. i’m not gonna lie though. i do wonder what the hell she’s got going on up there. i muted the TV. she sure is pacing around a lot. probably on the phone. probably with her sister. i wish she wasn’t so darn secretive with me. when she’s done & comes back downstairs, i’m going to demand transparency. maybe.