One of my favorite lines from "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind" goes something like "Why do I fall in love with every girl who shows me the least bit of attention?"

I feel like I have this battle going inside my head—the part of me that is foolish and naieve and wants to believe in love at first sight and all that Hallmark bullshit versus the part of me that refuses to get even the slightest bit hurt, the part of me that is numb and machine-like and doesn't believe in emotion, Vulcan-style.

And so I've spent about half-a-day trying to craft an e-mail to a woman I have known for all of sixteen hours, and I realize that I am stupid and utterly doomed.

And then I realize that I really, really shouldn't even worry about these sorts of things, not in the least.

Despite my desperate denial of the fact, the future is wide open. I would do well to meditate on something that Chuck Palahniuk once wrote.

As Jim from "28 Days Later" proclaims, it's not all fucked!