That's not true, of course; don't start lecturing me. I know, I know. I can't do without the army; without the army I wouldn't even be here. But you know what I mean. I could do without the army right now, thank you very much.

It starts with one of the most fundamental stupid things there are - armies in general wouldn't be there if there weren't wars. But If I need to tell you why I don't like wars, then you're really in the wrong site. The whole concept is so fundamentally stupid that even psychologists and socialists don't talk about it anymore; It's like a given situation. Think for yourself: When did you last think about armies, about wars, as something people do? You didn't? There are earthquakes, there are roadkill accidents, there are gum diseases, and there are armies. Most people go through them or next to them without it ever occurring to them that they're not something that simply happens; that they wouldn't happen at all if a few people were a little less incredibly stupid.

We're never dying for some country. Or for some moral issue. We die for Them. And if you don't think They are worth dying for, then you'll have to face the fact that you're dying for nothing.

But I should stop talking like a hippy. Wars are unnecessary; big news there. plus, I don't have the right to talk about it; I'm not the one who gets killed. True, I'm in the army now, wo-u-ho, but I'm not one of the guys that do the actual shooting and being shot at, and if I die during my service, it would probably be from a heart attack. So I should stop whining. some people actually do get killed here, and they're not so far from me.

But I don't want to talk about it.

My tiny spot in the army - the Space Force, that is, and specifically, the INS Relax - is considered to be relatively intelligent, and god help us all if that's true. But of course, if God would get off his fat ass and help us all once in a while we wouldn't be in this shit, so that's unlikely. And this Adventure way of looking at thinks doesn't help anymore, either. There's nothing adventerous about painting toilets. Or if there is, I'm missing it.

In case you missed my mentioning it in some earlier Page, wer'e not floating in space anymore. Floating in space had its negative sides, but at least that was an adventure. Or at least could be considered as one. But ever since we're on earth, it's just plain hell. On earth.

But I don't really want to talk about it.

People have been hysterical about being back to space on schedule. Long way to go till then, and I really don't think we will make it, and I don't care. I've stopped caring once they - 'They' here relating to all those highranks, known and unknown, responsible for my current situation - stopped caring about me. I hardly get home anymore, so I don't have time to do the Pages. It's a wonder the last page saw cyberprint at all; this one is being written much faster, because I'm angry. And all the usual bad stuff about the army is bad as usual, but worse. The food is horrible - nothing new about that. The work sucks, and is not interesting anymore - every shmo could have done it, they don't need me with all my extra intelligence. The people, their brains scorched by the heat, are getting even stupider than they were. Benj and Cosmo are lucky; they got out on time. And they don't even care about our most basic rights; like the other day -

Forget it. I don't want to talk about it.

Look people, I've got two days of life every two weeks. I'd be an idiot to spend them on thinking, and writing, about how bad things are the rest of the time. so just forget it. I'm pissed, that's all I can say right now.

funny thing, that. Here I am writing a whole furious page about the things I hate, but the one thing I won't write about is what actually caused be to be so furious. Guess I'm getting sidetracked, as usual. But don't expect me to get to the point this time. It's not fun. I'm supposed to enjoy writing these pages, aren't I?

I can still complain about the heat, though. That is fun.