fighting drunk

Gah, well into staff training now, and all this suger sweet touchy feely nonsense has sapped my energy levels to the last dregs. Team building? to me a night in a bar getting fighting drunk and cross eyed is worth 50 hours of standing on boxes and sharing "feelings". If i was honest in one of thoses sessions, my real feelings, i think, would not only get me fired, but deprted and possibly burnt at the stake.

Talking to the other councillers now and getting excited all over again, me and the other guy who has the same age group have decided to give our bunks themes

hes Pirates

and i (of course) am ninjas

Feel my ultimate power

(which is totally sweet)