Save the Earth

[Obsessing over the numbers while trying to practice that weird skill for making small objects float was definitely a bad combination. Hugo seems to have gotten the control down enough to have caused the object to make tick marks for his set of numbers.

And then he sees a bunch of weird stuff on his wall, not realizing that it's also broadcasting him and his living room. He's sitting on a couch and the living room itself looks pretty nice. There's nothing around that would give away the fact that he owns an adult clothing store, not even his own appearance would right now.]

Great, so on top of the random things floating now I'm seeing and hearing things. As if I didn't have enough problems with these weird numbers getting in the way of bookkeeping each day. Definitely am still regretting going to that stupid art exhibit.

So either I became the victim of another joke from one of my employees or this is just a bad dream and maybe I'll wake up in the morning with no more weird stuff except for some of the customers. I'd really rather avoid having to visit a shrink.