Way too early

Woke up today about 6am. Kinda weird. I was out all day with Bob working, and that is pretty stresfull. I like to believe that he's a good person, but every instinct in me tells me differant. I asked him why he asked me the other day about moving. i was right. His only interest was about making more rooms available so he can get more money. lately i've noticed that he ask me if I want to do certain things, and he'll supply what i need. he wants me to sand and varnish my bedroom floor, fix the ceiling and walls in my living room. Really has a way of sounding legit, but I'm not buying it. He only wants me to do it so after he can try and fuck me, and get more money. He really is a snake. I watch him with other people, and it can seem bad. it does get to me after awhile. Makes me feel like I have to constantly be on guard. I don't want to blame my drinking on anything, or anyone, but this does agravate things quit a lot. Sometimes I really wonder if the best thing for me to do is get the hell away from here, but then I have to think of the cats. It is a good home for them here, and it is hard finding a good place that allows pets. Anyway, it's a beautifull day out today. The sun is shining, the birds are chirping. I think I'll enjoy that instead. Thank you, Lord.