To be comfy, or not to be. Now that is the question..

I'm having some bed deliberation problems at the mo.. I know that we just got a bed from the youth ranch, but I don't think my heart shall ever truly settle on a sleeping arrangement.. Oh I can hear my future spouse,
"You're moving furniture again?!?! No. Wait. Don't tell me, is that bed new?"
*evil grin*
anywhoo, I have been attracted to daybeds with trundles. And convertible sofas, but those are rarely comfortable..
SO
I have been browsing around online and found two items of furniture that caught my attention. Unfortunately one of the two items would cost over $800 dollars once I was finished with it. =(
ANYWAY
first off, a daybed with a trundle that can fit under it, if I were to buy that as well.
http://www.moredaybeds.com/Hillsdale-110-010-90007-Mid-Town-Daybed.htm

The Details

Hillsdale Hudson Daybed
frame - $419.00
trundle - $100.00
two mattresses - $238.00
+ tax
$802.42 (approximately with tax)
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The second, I know, is a convertible sofa, but it looks so comfy!! And futons aren't that bad..
http://www.daybeds.com/futons/convertible-sofas/maliflexfutonset.cfm#ReviewHeader

The Details

frame, mattress and cushions - $199.99
+ tax
$211.99 (approximately with tax)
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And the third, which is at our local Everton Mattress.. (thus I don't have a link to it.)
Brushed white, with simple non-curving slatted sides and a pop up trundle that fits underneath.

The Details

frame - $349.00
trundle - $119.00
two mattresses - $238.00
+ tax
$748.36 (approximately with tax)
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SO
These are my sleeping choices, and for once, (go ahead and stretch your jaws for the drop), I am thinking it through! And taking my time!
I know, whoppin', eh?
and now a poem to head you off with ~

A keening sound from here and there,
The end is near, jets in the air,
To carry people far from here,
This place of sorrow hate and fear.
To designate, to deprecate, to dutifully damage,
Lest always love whats left behind,
And hearts always be ravaged.
Forgive, forget, be free, and love,
Whats that to merciful gods above?
To the beaten down, silenced, enslaved,
A path in the dark, needlessly paved.
The concrete stops all growth and light,
Things that are "free" grow old and get blight,
Disgusting and rotten, to Love lost it's way,
And sank down with the rest to mold and decay.
So what is that strange keening sound that I hear?
Is it jets in the air, or is the end finally here?
If it is jets, I will sigh and I'll cry,
If not, be relieved that at last I'm to die.
Give up on my life, I will not today,
Optimistic I'll be 'till my breath fades away.

..yeah, I was pretty depressed when I wrote that.. Not obvious, eh? =D
anyway, I'm off to pitch my bed debate to my family! Or at least try andcoax an opinion out of them.

Shame we couldn't both be survivors..

And as I'm the one typing this, you can safely assume that Murfy has passed on. I took him to the vet because he clicked when he breathed, and found out that he had severe pneumonia. His lungs were filled with fluid, leaving very little room for him to breathe. He died sometime last night, after I had gone to bed. Some pictures, to remember him by::
(and no, he didn't have red eyes)

You're a hard nut to crack, Zinny Taylor

I tell myself that I am simply hard to get to know. Or shy. Or reclusive.
It all boils down to the fact that I'm truly open with hardly anyone.
I tell myself that once someone really knows me, then I will become this interesting knowledgeable character, and I share everything with them. But I have known my two best friends for nearly eight years, and am I open and honest with either of them?
No.
Is there truly anything inside of me worth knowing? Or am I simply a empty shell, to be interacted with, but never valued?
What is truly inside of me, that which makes me tick? Why am I so dull around friends, and yet so full of life by myself?
Am I truly a loner?