My very first sock is cast on, amidst much hyperventilating. I must admit that I haven't quite caught the sock knitting infatuation, but I am only 2 rows in.
More disturbing is the fact I am already dreaming about the socks. Last night I dreamed that the sock was starting to look a little funny, so I should try it on before I turned the heel. Hopefully the dream is not prophetic, because otherwise I have a hat to look forward to in about ten rows instead of a sock.