Why do all my socks have unnatural holes in them? Has my big toe been trying to liberate itself from within the confines of its cotton prison? He's the Captain of the toes, ya know. It's a conspiracy! I stubbed him two weeks ago, and he's exacting his revenge slowly. My feet have been kind enough to contribute to the 2003 stocking budget; they won't stand for this. Seams to me that the clues are unraveling at a quickened pace. Time heels all wounds, but not fabric – sew I guess I'll have to fall back into The Gap and get replacements.