Gaming is my life- I live to game. Every morning when I wake up the first thing I do is game for 15 hours. I open my eyes and immediately crawl to my computer desk that is only 1 foot off of the ground- so that I don't have to sit up to play games and can just continue laying down. I slap my hands down on my keyboard and mouse to boot up my computer and then start playing Minecraft for a few hours before my gamer girlfriend comes online and then we play whatever game she wants to. I am always buying the games for her, but it is so that we play them together. Or at least she'll tell me how the game is, if it's single player. It's okay because my parents were lawyers before they both died in a horrible gaming related accident, so I have a lot of money to spend. After about seven hours from waking up I stand up for the first time of the day and take off my gamer headset, "Hey GamerGF, babe, I'm gonna go get some brekky." I go to the kitchen after wading through a few piles of trash and empty boxes and cans here and there. After ten minutes moving the pile of trash obfuscating the doorway around I pull some Chicken Nuggies- sometimes Dino Nuggies- from the fridge and I throw them in the oven, and grab a 2 liter bottle of Mountain Dew from the fridge. I notice that I am running low on Nuggies so I open my phone and order an UberEats delivery of more nuggies and mountain dew. After the Nuggies finally finish cooking I throw them into the unwashed bowl I had already prepared by spraying a smattering off ketchup all along it, letting it coagulate down and form a puddle at the bottom. I find myself back in front of my computer gaming with my gamer girlfriend. Hands nasty and coated in ketchup and Nuggie crumbs, fingers slapping into the keyboard planting the gunk deep into the grooves of the apparatus. I throw the Mountain Dew bottle aside to the evergrowing mound of bottles beside me, my lids grow heavy. The doorbell rings- jarring me awake, I pull myself up and scramble to the door, scuffling through the loudly crinkling and clanging trash. "Hello there sir... I've got... your delivery?" The nervous driver always greets me apprehensively, "Grehrgh," I grumble as I snatch the bag out of his hand and shut the door, scampering away to the fridge where I shove the items inside. I return to my room and slide into my bed, falling asleep finally.