About
I have -10 vision. If you’re lucky enough to be unfamiliar with vision-correcting lingo, that roughly translates to “pretty fucking bad.” My ocular decline can be directly attributed to the fact that I spent most of my childhood reading everything I could get my hands on under the dim glow of a flashlight. Despite my parents’ (sadly accurate) warnings that I would go blind, I hid under the covers devouring fantastical fiction, psychological thrillers, a gratuitously thorough book about Canadian geese — nothing escaped the gaze of my increasingly thick glasses.
While my curiosity and love of words have ruined my vision, they did draw me to the world of advertising. If you need me, I’ll be here abusing what’s left of my eyesight by obsessing over words with my face five inches from a laptop.
Update: I got Lasik. It’s the best.