Update

As bad as I thought yesterday was, it was soooo much worse today. OMG. Now apparently some a-hole in Saudi Arabia has it out for me because I can't cater to his every whim. I don't even know what this guy looks like, but I hate him - because of my preconceived notions of his cultural attitudes toward women, and the fact that, as it seems most high-powered, high-paid folks can be - he is completely oblivious to the idea that some things are out of my control, i.e. in the hands of OTHER evil sexist heartless douchebags who have no desire to assist the hard-working, eager-to-please peons like yours truly.

Hey, A-hole, do YOU want to call the Saudi Embassy and tell them their website is ridiculous and that they can suck it? Yeah, I didn't think so.

I spoke to Sparkle for the first time in almost a week. She's been really busy with her mother, who's apparently monumentally worse than the last time we saw her...at least, as far as my denial was concerned. She took her mother to Texas, which is where they would go when she was a little girl, every year, for Thanksgiving, to see family. It seems that her mother didn't know who anyone was, and has even forgotten who SHE is. Sylvia didn't know who I was the last time I saw her, but I didn't freak out or anything, but then she's not MY mother. I can't imagine having to deal with that. In fact, I try not to think about that very real possibility. I complain about not being able to handle my bullshit little life, and I don't even have to handle the hard shit. I'm so sorry, Mama. I'm so so sorry.