Lay across my big, brass bed

I went to Barnes and Noble tonight with my mother to check out books. As a singleton, I know I should have gone out and worked my (a-hem) magic, but I wasn't up for tonight's option. My pal Amy and a few other chickies were going to a club in Atlantic City. While I have nothing against that, I just wasn't in a club mood. I wanted to go to a mellow sort of bar, have a few drinks and some lovely conversation. I was not in the mood to dance.

To be honest, I am tired of going out period. What I really want is silly, quiet stuff...with a boy. Nights curled up on the sofa and making fun of the retarded science fiction movies that I get hooked on. A night spent walking around outside with the dog. Simple nights.

However, simple nights cannot be achieved without bar/club nights effort. So, I realize that I should have gone to AC instead of the bookstore. But I really like the bookstore. Oh, I hate the singleness.

I leave the TV on for Saff when I'm not home -- she "watches" QVC when I'm not here. The vet said it would be good for her anxiety. They were selling these nifty mattresses when I came home. The kind where your side can be on one setting and your boy's can be on another. The mattress is supposed to be so amazing that you can't feel your partner roll around or get in and out of bed. I watched for a moment as I put of Saff's leash and then I thought to myself that as nice as the mattress may be, that I would never buy one. As a singleton, I have had a lot of undisturbed sleep...it would be nice to feel someone rolling around for a change.

My title is from Lay Lady Lay.