I think

"If you never say your name out loud to anyone, they can never ever call you by it."

Sadly.

I am proven right again. You can't trust your neighbors.

I won't say no, how could I?

Isn't the whole point of making a big confession is that you then get what you want? And deserve? And have put the time in for? I mean, there's been enough meaningful sacrifice and wacky antics/set-pieces to choke a horse at this point. This is why I like movies, people. I crave resolutions. So much of life is The Monolith otherwise. Was that what Stanley was trying to tell us?

I'm actually in a fine mood, just mildly amused at myself. Having a melt-down in the shower last night was key. Between the discovery that my brother was secretly married for a while and other ongoing dramas, even I finally had to crack.

Oy.

Not exactly a terrible day, but certainly an interesting one.