Damn Socks I hated sorting socks. I hated it so much that, for a time, I owned twenty one pairs of identical black socks so that I would not have to sort the damned socks. Why did I hate sorting socks? I felt like the act of sorting was a drain on perfectly good time that could be spent on non laundry related things; eating, playing video games, and not doing laundry. Return of the Damned Socks I consider myself a reasonably fashionable individual and thus unique socks, no matter…