What the buck(y)?

An ode to the Bucky

Anyone who knows me, knows that I sleep like an absolute bear.  On top of sleeping extremely heavily, I also have been known to walk, talk, and successfully make the world peaceful all while sleeping through the night.  My closest friends from summer camp used to torment me in my sleep because I was always soundly asleep before the rest of my bunkmates.  Recently, since I moved to San Francisco, I've had a pretty much seamless transition...Except for the fact that I wasn't getting as much sleep as I needed each night (NB: I require at least 8-9 hours of sleep each night but can be 85% functional with 7).  

My bedroom in Ann Arbor was extremely dark.  In fact it had so little natural light that even my lamps barely gave the room adequate light.  As such, I slept like nobody's business in A2.  My room in SF, although fantastic with its views of the foggy city, is very light.  While home in Pittsburgh, I explained this issue to my mother, who knows better than most people that I require a good night's sleep in order to be a nice human being.  My mom, as many of you know, has a solution for most of the world's problems.  If Obama were as smart as we all think he is, he'd know to put Sandy Snyder in the White House and our nation's business would get taken care of -- most likely in 5-10 days.  Anyway, I told my mom that I needed a solution to sleep better in my room and she offered up an extra sleeping mask to me.  

I'm not one to shy away from gifts, but a sleeping mask, really?  I mean, I recently have had to start wearing orthotics, my eyesight continually requires a stronger prescription, I have 26 food "sensitivities" and now I need a sleeping mask?  My mom proceeded to tell me that this sleeping mask is not your ordinary sleeping mask; rather, it's a Bucky Sleeping Mask.  As the story goes, my parents have been hooked on their Bucky's for years now and it was now my turn to become addicted.  

I decided to experiment with my Bucky while on the plane ride back from Pittsburgh to San Francisco.  It was an early flight and I already was only running on a few hours of sleep, so I figured it couldn't hurt to Bucky myself up and see if the raving reviews were worthwhile.  As the story usually goes, my mother is almost never wrong and the Bucky was a real lifesaver on my early AM flight across the USA.  Even though I may have been contorted into strangely airplane-comfortable positions, I may as well have been back in A2 I was sleeping so soundly on this flight.  Since coming back to SF, my Bucky has shielded my eyes from the early rising California sun and I'm back to my normal sleeping regimen of 8-9 hours a night.  

Besides sleeping soundly through the night, other things that are exciting include but are not limited to:

• This weekend, on our way back from our day trip to Half Moon Bay, Jeven and I spotted Tracy Morgan coming out of a hotel in SF. I screamed at him, "Hey Tracy Morgan!"  He pretended like we didn't know each other.
• Matt Yalowitz participated in Google Ann Arbor's annual pie eating contest and is also coming to visit SF next week.  
• Kali spotted the Bachlorette right near where I live.  I'm convinced Ali and I will be BFF's (and that I've stooped to a new all-time low of horrible TV watching)
• I had a blast at home with my nieces and nephew (oh, and also the rest of my family).  The kiddies and I had great fun taking pictures after they had ice cream cake.  My father also immensely enjoyed his Pamela's hotcakes