none.

There is simply no time. No time to floss. The bare essentials remain: brush teeth, wash face, set alarm. But all superfluities –riding the long way; checking in on the post box; writing for fun; and flossing – fell by the wayside in this hectic race against life. Dorothy hated her name. Dorothy is a stupid name, she thought. And now she was stuck with it until she could find time to floss (because surely this was indicative of her having sufficient white space to allocate some precious temporal resources to legally changing her monnicker). Dorothy. Eww. It just hurt.