Dirty Toes and Padded Rooms

I love dirty toes. Dirty toes are a sure sign that summer is here. There's nothing like wearing flipflops all day and taking them off when you get home, only to have blackened toes and feet bottoms from all the summer dirt. You don't get dirty toes in winter. Or fall. Only summer. And there's nothing like jumping on the shower and watching all the dirt flow down the drain.

These are things that float through your head when you've spent eight hours on end in an 8x8 enclosed cage, studying for two more finals. Of course, two more finals mean that I'll have to return tomorrow to the cage, and hope that they've taken the hint and padded the room.