No One Understands . . . :

what it is like to have been artificially inseminated with goat sperm.

Fortunately.

Today was as any other day. No death, no excitement. Just papers. Lots of papers. First filling out papers while simultaneously stamping them with seals of certification. Later some light filing and more stamping.

Can I really even call myself an assassin? Probably not. Since I'm really just an assistant assassin . . . training more or less. The real assassins are Donald and Lester. They hit all the "marks," generally. Then of course there is Vanessa, the partner, whoo.

Highlight of today was seeing Melvin. He was up from St. Petersburg on his way to America for the summer. He's coming by later. Lunch could have been better, but Matilda left early . . Her father was in town so I had to eat at the office . . . joy.

Otherwise the usual. Clean up the bodies. A little embalming to finish the day. It went quick. I have the day ahead of me.

If only it weren't so cold.

Hugs and Kisses,
Amanda Hydlegaard