The Odd Sock

I think I'm having a 'nobody loves me-everybody hates me... I'm gonna eat some worms' kind of day. Seems all my girlfriends are starting to pair up. Jo has just met someone of promise, Nikki seems to be going great guns with Brad, Cathryn and Steve keep going from strength to strength.. Then there's me. The odd sock. I often wonder in the scheme of things, whether it be the cosmos,the gods, God or whatever that always has me as the single odd bod. The short straw. The stale biscuit. Surely someone's karma can't be this bad?? Perhaps it's just the Mondayitis talking... as Lady Day once sang 'maybe Tuesday will be my good news day'... Bring it on