I got Lasik a few days ago. No particular reason. My eyes had stopped changing so dramatically and the idea of zapping your eye so you don’t need glasses EVER AGAIN was appealing to me, as an eighteen-year-old. But the surgery was so new, I imagined of Jack Napier’s transformation in a back alley. Now I’m thirty-three, and it seems like the procedure’s had the bugs hammered out, even for someone with my dense prescription (I couldn’t even get the cool glasses that don’ have frames, just ear holders glued to the lenses). So in November I went through exam after exam after exam, just about all of them some…