One Black Sock

Cameron lost one of my socks in Vienna. One of my short black super comfy smartwool socks. If you have a pair. you can imagine how i felt holding one useless lump of lonely wool in my hand. he brought it up again today in the ludwig contemporary art museum and i flipped out again. i said 'didnt it even occur to you that if there was a sock left in your laundry, that it just might belong to the previous load that you yourself removed??!' i obviously made him feel really bad. then i felt really bad.

cuz its just a sock.

even if it was a nice sock.

even if having one sock is worse than having no sock.

besides it was partially my fault anyway that it got left in the washing machine.