I woke up with the sound of my two male cats viciously fighting for the obvious reason I could guess:

Fighting for dominance.

On who’s the alpha.

Men.

I almost rolled my eyes with that three-letter word but then I remember they’re not.

Because they’ll forever be my babies. For a moment there I sounded like a proud mother.

Cringe.

I sprung out of bed, feeling a little bit dizzy. Not sure if it’s because of my sudden movement or the drinks I had a few hours before.

Probably---no certainly not. That’s just a few drinks. And it’s a holiday. And I’m not too drunk not to remember everything.

I still remember my brother too wasted he’s yelling while singing in karaoke. Was he even singing? I caught it on my phone. Wait till he hears it later. That’ll be fun.

I’m not too drunk to remember not to do the same thing. For goodness’ sake, I for sure would not let the whole neighborhood hear me sing. If that could even be called singing or just reciting a poem or something.

Oh, I would kill to be good at singing....