Two hours and forty minutes...sigh. This is wicked boring. I've decided my least favorite thing to do in this office is to file papers into binders. Why can't someone just invent a type of paper that responds to my mental frequency and obeys my will? It would make filing so easy, and also, I could rule the world because I could threaten severe papercuts to anyone who stood in my way. Not just the shallow kind that kind of itches, but the really deep ones where you can see eight or nine layers of skin from a cross angle if you look at the cut. Yeah, THAT kind.