Just had to go steal a pair of socks off Dad. Or someone. They were sitting in the clean clothes basket. It's funny: I had plenty of socks when I moved in with my parents. Now they've all vanished. There's something going on here. I can't put my finger on what. Ugly supermarket bought shoes? Check. So I'm wearing my maroon skivvy, lean green jeans, that brown jacket I always have on, supermarket sneakers and stolen socks. At least I have fun, I guess.