The Real Me Behind the Glasses
Thanks to my year-end bonus, the company’s fancy medical plan, and a generous Santa Claus disguised as Mom and Dad, I have decided to get Lasik eye surgery.
My eye sight is really bad. Really really bad. Like, if I can’t find my glasses when I wake up in the morning, I can’t leave the apartment. Or even bed. I’d get my stupid ass killed somehow, I’m that blind (and clumsy, especially when mad).








