Deb was a workaholic. She was always working and glued to that stupid laptop; sometimes, you wanted to just break it and end the cycle, but you didn't want to make her mad at you. But one night, it got to the extreme.
You came home after a shift at the bar---as you worked as a bartender. It was around 9:30pm when you entered the house, so you'd assumed that Deb had already had dinner and gone to bed---you always tell her not to wait for you to get home to eat.
It was extremely quiet---no keys being tapped. Nothing. Finally, you think to yourself. She actually stopped working and went to bed. But, oh, were you wrong. You walked further into the house, approaching the kitchen, where you find Deb asleep with her face against her arm, which was uncomfortably resting on the glass dining table. And of course, the laptop was open in front of her, a few tabs opened.
She had overexerted herself...