Notes to Cindy: The Archives

As the days get colder, the nights get longer, and the strss becomes unbearable. We can't live like this much longer. Last night, my emotions once again overwhelmed me and forced me into the cold, leaving Anya by herself for two hours. Thankfully, I came to my senses and returned before the storm came. Only two hours of sleep blessed me before the thunder shook the valley where our tent resides. I spent the next seven hours tossing and turnin, unable to get warm. Anya does another shoot today, but it is unpaid. I hpe she will not be gone long. Most businesses will be hiring towards the end of this month for the holiday season. We're fighting to get a job sooner. Tomorrow is mine and Anya's fourth month together. I swear that it seems as if we've been together three times this duration. The arguments have been hard, but not as hard as they could be. We stayed at Jasper's camper for three nights. The first night was the hardest. She doesn't quite grasp how private and sacred sex is to me, so an oral intercourse with Jasper present turned into our worst fight to date. It came down to her either making the decision to quit persuing the porn industry and respecting my values, or the end of our relationship. She decided to stay with me. It's nearly four and still quite frigid. We were shocked to see that it was actually snowing earlier, although too lightly to really make a difference. I do wish my creative writing would take off again. The main problem ist that my mind is stuck on organizing the relations of the different characters, which I can't do untill I'm able to print out the references I need. Oh well. Only time can fix this issue, I'm afraid. I need to eat something, so I suppose I might write more later.