07 August, Saturday

07 August, Saturday, A single drop of alcohol, like I’m suffering from a hangover. Laying here is nothing like I’m going through some horrible nightmares right now. Now I am living that dream for real, and I have no idea how to survive in the world of textiles.

I am scared to leave this apartment and am considering calling mom to tell her I am not ready to venture out of the house again nude. I looked out the kitchen window and saw clothes all over the place. My first reaction was to move away from the window, fear of being seen. Having mixed felt like the skin would burst into flames if touched by clothes. While scared to death of leaving the apartment nude.

Shit, I can see one of the maintenance guys in that golf cart approaching the dumpster. Clothes were scattered everywhere on the ground and hanging in the shrubbery. Knowing I didn’t make the mess, it was other people’s responsibility. I still felt I’m responsible and that I should go out there to clean up the mess.

I could build up the confidence to head out there. A maintenance golf cart showed up by the dumpsters. Before I could reconsider, I grabbed my keys and slipped the bungee cord around my wrist and out of the door.

The maintenance guy Frank’s eyes almost popped out when he saw me. Not in the mood for conversation or caring about what parts of my body are showing. To begin helping him gather up the garments and toss them back into the dumpsters. It wasn’t until I grabbed the last item I needed to climb the tree to reach it. Reality struck me hard, up on a tree branch for that cartoon character thong off the tree branches.

He asked me the obvious question, “Guess where the clothes we were picking up were?” Not sure how to answer that question, I said, “Yes. I wasn’t in the mood to tell him any more information or that an employer would allow me to work naked. He just put his pickup stick back and said, “Thanks,” as he drove away. The trembling feeling swept over me as I closed the door and locked it. What did I just do with the maintenance guy?

I’m butt naked from the second I woke up! There was no way outside in the nude? Diary: What’s wrong with me? I am nervous about seeing my family and friends nude. Wish me luck!