"What am I going to eat this morning?"
Deb Oh got up from the carpeted comforter which was her usual sleeping spot by her 2 year computer. She would sleep with her head facing the computer on the cadget grey carpeted floor made from faux wood.
That same comforter was both her bed and covering which was wrapped around her like a swaddled baby.
Waking up about the same time each morning at 7am, Deb Oh took out a frozen hot dog, chopping it together with a small sized onion which she placed into a pot to dry fry on the economy sized electric cooker.
Shortly after she pulled out the last three slices of tortilla soft cream colored bread, opening the oven door to place them directly on the metal rack.
Many a times she would warm the bread that way even though she knew that it was unsanitary to leave them directly on the oven's iron rack. Deb Oh looked for excuses as to why she didn't buy an oven pan or an oven tray.
"I'll buy a tray when it's on sale at Hal-Mart....Mublix is too expensive! I don't have a membership at Xmazon I could have gotten free shipping and have it delivered to my doorstep!"
The long list of excuses was starting to grow old, the bottomline was that Deb Oh didn't feel pressured to buy an essential commodity since she lived alone and didn't have to rise to anyone's expectations.
"Tortilla wrap! So Yummy, I need to take the bottle of Noke that is in the fridge."