I have ten minutes to tell you everything.

I woke up today at ten. I ate a breakfast of apple and cheese and banana and peanut butter toast. I watched doctor who and a bit of The Secret Diary of a Call Girl (ep. 4. S&M. Very enlightening, honestly. My whole experience with the show and the blog (www.belledejour-uk.blogspot.com) has been very enlightening) while I was eating breakfast. I rode my bike home, via providence properties, where I turned in my application for an apartment and found out that there is one open right now right next door to the boyfriend, same apartment complex and everything. I thought about it for a while. Its six inches from moving in together, without all the nasty mindclogging annoyances of living together. I called his mum and asked her humble opinion- because I do not, as a rule, take advice from my mum- and she seemed to think it would be ok because the bf and I have quite literally hated eachother in the past, so we know eachother's bad sides, and this will either strengthen our relationship or we'll know what to expect if the shit ever does hit the fan and we break up and we're stuck with living in the same ap. complex for a year. That would be interesting. I hadn't really thought about that. Unlike most previous relationships I've had, I don't really fantasize about us breaking up, so....It just doesn't occur to me that we would.
Which brings me to Sunday Breakfast.
We went over for breakfast at j & R's place the other day, and I was very tired and kind of grumpy and kind of smashed with the BF about it a bit before we even got there, and snapped at when we did. He snapped back. It was a little shocking, because I was being a bitch before I could even process it.
This has really concerned me, a lot, in the following days. It has occured to me before that my bitchiness (which I sometimes see as the future downfall of my entire web of relationships).