We were talking about the model thing at work today, and my already-thin coworker was talking about how she used to model, and was 113 lbs. at 5'9", and they wanted her to be thinner. Craziness. She was also saying she's currently just under the 18 BMI now, heavier than when she was "heavy" for a model. So the whole thing is nuts.

I think that Nicole Richie has been gaining weight again. And I don't remember Christina Ricci being that thin on Grey's. But Kate Bosworth, as far as I've seen, is that skeletal still.

Timelies all!

Ok, Murphy can just leave me the fuck alone now. I spent over an hour-and-a-half in my car(considering the crawling pace on both 495 and 95, I hesitate to call it driving)to get to the airport, only to find out my flight was cancelled. The next available flight they could put me on is tomorrow at 11 am. That gets in around 12:30 that afternoon, which means there's very little chance I'll get to G's concert at 1. I'll be lucky to get to the featured filkers' concert at 2.

A friend of mine who was taking an earlier flight on the same airline left me a message to check my flight's status. On my home answering machine. Since I went directly from work to the airport, this was useless. She also called G, but he's in Salt Lake City,so that wasn't helpful either.

The only upside I can see is that the flight was already cancelled by the time I got there, so I didn't have to try to find my checked luggage.

Grumph.

sarameg,

Enterprise is who I always rent from (including yesterday to see you!)and they are super cheap on the weekends, usually about $15/day for the economy size. They also pick you up and drop you off if you call them after you make your reservation. This is why I have yet to buy a car. They will try to sell you insurance but most credit cards will cover you for everything but liability and (in MD) you must already have that with your regular car insurance.

Got a follow-up call from future boss today. I guess the interview went well, although a few other candidates have come out of the woodwork.

Have made significant progress in project De-Clutter! Yay! It's completely ridiculous how much of the pile of crap on my desk was actual trash. What is the barrier to just putting it in the trash in the first place?? Maybe someday I'll really need that small paper bag again??

megan, thank you! I'd meant to ask in thread cause I remembered you mentioning cheap rentals, but..yeah, I'm kinda tizzying and thus forgetting all but my name. Right now, I'm envying your ease of carlessness. Hell, right now, I'm a good argument for it!

Yay on the followup call! That's very encouraging turn-around time. I can't see why they'd pick woodwork people over the charming you, but sadly, I'm not in charge of hiring.

The second half of the bomb story on GA is on right now. Man, that is some excellent tv.

You know what occurs to me just now, looking out over the parking lot, but I just can't see myself doing? My dear neighbor, Miz Louise, has a car she doesn't drive. Her sister did when hers was in the shop. Which it isn't. But I could ask to borrow it. And pay her. But that seems...greedy, somehow. Paying less to borrow a car than to rent one. But it'd benefit my neighbor. Ahrg. I don't think I have the nerve to ask. Seems like such an imposition.

If she doesn't drive it, not only is it not an imposition, it's good for the car to be driven, isn't it? I know before my grandmother sold her car, my father would drive it around every so often.

It's just...weird. "Hi. I notice you haven't needed the car in over 2 weeks. Would you let me rent it from you until I get my car running?" If it were family, that's a different ball of wax. Also, this is my cheapskate brain scheming. And while it has its uses, I have moral blocks against using scheming to my advantage against people I care about.

edit: when I have her take care of Devi, I'm paying what I would to board the cat, without the trauma to the cat. I felt so bad the first time when I didn't.

YOU ARE NOT SCHEMING, sarameg. Stop that.

Ya know, sometimes I hate what my friends' brains say to them about themselves and their motives. I wish I could fix it all up. But what if someone fixed my brain? The idea is terrifying.