Library Space

Sitting here at work with nothing to do.  Absolutely nothing.  I already shelf-read the entire library last week and I also shelf-shifted to make room for a new set.  The frickin' library is stellar now.  I mean, absolutely on the brink of perfection.  Each of the shelves has about 8-10 inches of open space at the end so that when we get new material it will fit right in.  All of the book spines are as close to the edge as possible making everything look neat and orderly.  There isn't a single book out of place and every book is catalogued properly.  Everytime I go into the library now I pray that nobody has gone in there and mishandled a book.  Its my temporary masterpiece.  So, the reason I have nothing to do now is kind of because the other librarian here went home sick today at noon and before she left she told me to stick around my desk and wait for someone/anyone to request help with anything...and look busy.  Not a problem.  I have taken the occaisional elevator ride to get a change of scenery though.  The elevator bell got me thinking about sound and energy.  Like when the pendulum thingey strikes the bell and transfers energy to it, does the bell create friction with the surrounding air and is that why it slowly stops ringing?  Would a bell in outerspace ring (or vibrate if it didn't make actual sound) forever?  Maybe the sound waves that hit my ear are really the energy getting transferred from the bell to my ear drum making that vibrate as well.  It seems to me that whenever I think of some kind of physical action here on earth, I always try to think of what the effects would be in outer space.  Being an astronaut must be really cool.  I've always wanted to do that but it seems so oddly idiotic.  I'm too tall to be one anyway.  If I were an astronaut, I would obviously do all the requisite experiments that I had been told to do, but I would probably think of a bunch of other things that needed experimenting.  I have to get into outerspace.