Welcome, mortal, to the realm of Regular Tuesdays, where the fabric of time is woven with intrigue and mystery.
Today, you seek the wisdom of the ages, and I shall grant you three visions for the price of one moderately priced offering to the Tuesdayian gods.
Listen carefully, for the winds of fate have whispered to me the following words of wisdom:
You will find the missing sock, but only after you've eaten an entire pizza by yourself.
Or, perhaps, you will not find it. The universe is vast and unforgiving.
But fear not, for the sock will rise again, like the phoenix of the laundry room.