Ready, get set.. Roland!

I see that another gray hair has sprouted from my head overnight. Most certainly the product of the busiest April in the history of my life so far. My work at the office has doubled since the ignominious exit of my sadly incompetent Over-all Cashier, and now, in addition to auditing the daily coconuts, I have to draw up the paper reports myself, which is no walk through the park when you're already up to your neck with beansy numbers. On my non-office days I had another epic by a certain blind (and possibly illiterate - it says so on the book blurb) bard to condense into little more than twelve thousand words. Definitely more like a walk through the Gaza strip for all the stress I went through trying to strain the flowery, verbose, cholera-level diarrhea-like prose into brief, comprehensible English. The principal character in this story, after many dangerous adventures, returns home after twenty years. I, on the other hand, felt that I aged by the same length of time. 'The greatest story ever told', my ass. Don't they mean the LONGEST?

My place was being overwhelmed every day by cement dust from two simultaneous constructions in the neighborhood, which required my constant attention with my overworked vacuum cleaner. When I finally finished shrinking the cursed epic and sent it by email, there was another job waiting in my inbox. I had only five days left to write my Palanca entry, but I couldn't let this new job hang at the risk of being blackballed by the publisher I work for. So I guaranteed the creation of another gray hair by taxing the right side of my brain with the simultaneous job of translating deep Filipino into English, and stringing the right words together for my contest entry.

Everything is finished at last, right on schedule, and now I am ready to sit back, relax, unwind and get ready for the show I've been waiting for since August 2008, when I wrote the post-Rick Astley blog and wondered if a concert promoter would ever book Tears for Fears. As it turns out, moody, tortured, uber-cool Roland Orzabal is indeed going to sally into town with that pout of his. Sugoi!!!! I can't wait for Sunday!