Slanting into Minestra

Okay, let's get this thing started. I haven't written or even read for a while, but talking to Els' on the phone yesterday inspired me to change my ways. I've managed to date the same guy for the past four months and - let's face it - guys take up a lot of time. So I've been absent, but absent no longer, 'cause I had to break up with him on Tuesday. Not fun. I had realized subconsciously that I wasn't ready for the kind of commitment he was looking for and we were just starting to get in deep with each other. I started actually having these incredible spells of anxiety whenever I thought about him. They were so strong that they inspired me to break up with him in spite of the fact that I REALLY didn't want to. Wasn't very nice for him, because I couldn't really explain it at all. Only afterwards did I realize that I had realized that I'd only hurt him more if I stayed and let him fall in love with me. Being the break-upper is harder than I expected. I cried whenver I thought about him for about two days. Ugh.
Anyway, I have work! Not pizza delivery, no. I work at Automatic Data Processing in Murray as a Design Services Intern. I'm finally having to learn Quark, but I'm realizing how truly piffling learning new programs is now. People in the workplace don't expect you to know them - most times they don't even know them. They use them for what they need and then they move along, leaving all the cool features. I'm also becoming intimate with Illustrator, and am picking up a new 3D prog called Milkshape. It's fun when I'm busy and, of course, I've picked everything up very quickly. When I'm not busy I'm allowed to simply read a book, or model in 3D. My computer's not fandabular, but it works for all I need it to - and there's money coming in. Not as much as I'm worth, for sure, but I haven't actually had that much to do so far. Maybe a faster paced job? I'm considering your job in January, Amelia, considering that this internship only lasts into November.
Now that I have no one, I'm really ready to go just about anywhere. I've got no strings to hold me down - and it's interesting the path I trod to get here. God's nice, but he sure likes you to take the dark and scary path through the briars on your way to sunny fields. Of course, if we only had sunny fields, we never would have invented Velcro, so let's be thankful.
As you can see, my writing - as well as my ability to think in complete sentences - has left me completely. My comma's are getting out of hand, and I'm pretty sure that I've "ran-on" at least three times in just this message alone.
Lorgily,
Wilson