I'm very tired, and don't have much to say.
This week was the fabled Staff Training Week. I have gotten high from an unfortunate incident involving bleach and antifreeze, bruises from playing Spoons and some adventures at paintball, new sunburns, slashed a few fingers open, remembered why I prefer my nails clean rather than painted, come close to contracting hypothermia (right around the point where I was about to stop shivering, somebody loaned me a towel and made me sit between two warmer people), and had about sixteen other adventures that I can't remember right now.
I also left my cell at Camp. Drat.
Campers arrive tomorrow afternoon. I don't feel like I'm up for it yet, and would appreciate anyone who feels like praying for me, or us as a staff.
I'm excited, really, but I'm so, so exhausted.
