Selective Hearing

"Can you get a ride home from dance tonight?"
"I dunno"

*approx. 2 hours later*

"So can you get a ride?"
"I don't know. Prolly not."

**9pmish, after ballet. On Main St., w/ cell phone**

"So is anyone picking me up?"
".....No."

It wasn't so bad, walking home. It was dark and misty with a sweet looking sky and I wasn't totally freezing because I was hot from dancing. My face got a little numb, but whatever.
There was a little unpleasantness a few moments ago over the communication break down. Apparently Daryl though I was getting a ride home. Who knows how he thought I was getting there. My mom thought he told her that he was dropping me off then I was gonna get a ride home. I just... expected someone to be there. Not wise, I admit.

I'm sleepy now. I wish I could go to bed, but I really should get the work done I need to have done by tommorow that I should have started doing 2 weeks ago. Again, not wise. But I just feel so unmotivated! All I can do is sleep. My focus is shot. Although I'm getting all insomniatic again at nights. However, unlike the last episode of insomnia, I can stay asleep. As a matter of fact, I can't really get up.

*sigh*