2002-06-17 | 12:47 p.m.
the drugs don't work. they just make me drowsy.

Jesus. Anuma just asked me to 'wear some clothes' because of some goddamn ritual she's doing at home. A tank top and PJs are clothes. So, I had to go wear a regular t-shirt. Gah. The entire house smells of dhoop and agarbati . As if I wasn't feeling sick enough. What's the point in her doing all of this when she can't even remember her own son's birthday? For the 3rd year in a row? All she's bothered about is everybody else and their perceptions of our family. I know she's ashamed to have a grand-daughter like me. She'd rather have someone more feminine (in a purely chauvinistic sense), conservative and religious (God help me). Indians and their ideals, I tell you.

Okay. I just started feeling sicker. I guess I should just accept facts and move on. Derek is a friend from the past now. Get it? Good.

Currently listening to: What's the Frequency,Kenneth? - R.E.M

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