Jabberwocky on TV

It was Christmas and The Jabberwocky was on TV. I had just done thirty bench-presses of eighty pounds, twenty-nine more than I at first thought possible. I was feeling pretty good.

I called towards the kitchen to Mum to tell her what was playing next. The TV messed itself, and so I had to figure out how to get it back to The Jabberwocky. Mum said it was on negative one hundred-something.

I also had to find the channel that the VCR required. A few channels worked slightly. Parts of human figures shone through the fuzz. I gave up and looked down. I found another remote. This might just work, I thought. But I dropped everything when I saw that the floor underneath the "entertainment center" was crawling.

Bugs and the cutest rodent, more like a tiny kangaroo with opal eyes the size of its feet. I went to the kitchen to tell Mum. She said there wasn't any Raid, but that I could use the imitation 409. Giddy-up.

I went to the bathroom to look at my acne. There was a lot of it. I thought maybe the yellow moisturizer was making it worse.