November 18, 2002
Didn't sleep well. Scott's away
Didn't sleep well. Scott's away on another interview. He comes back tonight and flies out tomorrow. We're staying at a hotel near the airport so we don't both have to wear ourselves out traveling to and fro.
Our upstairs neighbor is a retiree. Nice, keeps to himself, as do we. He walks around his apartment constantly; we can hear the creaking of his floor/our ceiling. I'm not sure when he sleeps - I've pulled all nighters and hear him throughout the night, walking around. I got to bed around two this morning, and there he was, treading away. I wonder sometimes if he would still walk around so much if I wasn't there to hear it.
Another instance of librarians in the media. There's a tv ad for T-Mobile, a cell phone service with Catherine Zeta-Jones currently hawking its wares. A couple is going through the car wash in their behemoth SUV, and the guy is mis-singing the lyrics to that Def Leppard song "Pour Some Sugar on Me," something about ramen noodles; naturally the girlfriend objects. So CZJ annoyingly cuts in and says something like "This would be a good time to call the library." So we suddenly have an inset of a bespectacled, uncool, middle-aged librarian reading out the correct lyrics in question in rote, referential fashion: I'm hot, sticky sweet from my head to my feet yeah. And then all is right in the world again. I wonder how many librarians will get reference calls needing to settle debates on song lyrics now.