Smoothed things over with Bill. He called and seems to be a really nice fella. Apparently we've had a misunderstanding. He seems to have the same sense of humor that we do, which is a little off-kilter. If I had talked to him before on the phone, I'm sure we wouldn't have had this misunderstanding. As it was, his humor just didn't translate.

In other news, I haven't been able to sleep. My mind has been torturing me with scenarios and issues about Mara and what she calls her bad habit. Christ. She actually referred to Bobby as "my bad habit". And nowhere have I detected any regret or remorse. Her blog reads like a bad romance novel in which I'm the gentle farmer she's going to settle down with because it's the right thing to do, but in her heart she longs to roam the range with the mysterious outlaw named Bobby. And we all know how these stories go, right? Our tragic and self-sacrificing heroine will endure her lot in life no matter the cost to her personally. Alright, ladies. Time for those dreamy, romantic sighs.

The only problem is that I'm not some simpleton farmer. I know what the deal is. And I meant what I've always said, that if someone could take her, he could have her, because she was never mine. The fact that Mara still thinks of Bobby as one of several tough choices says to me that she's been taken from me; whether she wants to make the break or not.