My life is all about filing right now. I got me a temp job for a couple of days a week for an uncertain amount of weeks, and its in a law office filing papers. Not bad work. Of course it is just a matter of time until my creative impulses come unbound and I'm found locked in the supply room constructing giant paper-mache tikis out of pleadings and appeals documents, but until such time its cool. Problem is that I got me a new desk at home, which has a built-in filing cabinet, which lead me to start the process of going through all my personal files. So when I'm not filing papers in an Oakland highrise, I'm doing so at home. Consequently, my fingers are all stingy from paper-cuts. Funny that I do so much with power tools and sanders and such in my workshop, but that in the end it is the paperwork that causes me injury. There's probably a metaphor or some shit to be found in that fact.