Tomorrow at three I'm trading in my old eyeballs for brand spanking new ones. I was tired of my old ones not seeing properly. Blurriness all the time, looking around glasses constantly, and squinting like mad in the bright sun. Yes, tomorrow at three I get Lasik.
Before you ask, no I've not seen the Jessica Simpson episode where she gets her eyes lasered. I don't have television at my house. (I'd never get anything done!)
I'm a little nervous. I've heard what the process is like. And, frankly, I'm not a big fan of having my eyes pried open for any amount of time. But it'll be worth it. The thing I'm most excited about is sunglasses. Oh, the many pairs of cheapy, truck stop sunglasses that have lured me in the past, only to be denied. Now I will get you. You just wait, dear sunglasses.
So, wish me luck. I hope to not be blind. That'd really put a damper on this whole illustration thing.