as i sit here, i'm beginning to realize what a humongous waste of time this is. for a long time i wrestled with the possibility that i was being stuck up, snobbish and elitist. maybe i am.

but it's just possible that i'm working my ass off at some absolutely useless, piece of shit job that requires about a tenth of my brain power and ALL of my concentration. (the other nine-tenths of my brain power is tied up with making sure i don't have to clear up other people's shit and do other people's job. it's not working very well, so maybe i'm not that smart after all.)

i think the officers siphon the life force and soul essence of the younger soldiers, through the keyboards and terminals. some of the officers, anyway. and some of the soldiers. that's probably how they can survive the stress of army life. but the very act of ripping the soul sustenance from another body (intertia) and transferring it into another body causes quite some stress (although less than the benefit gained, of course; otherwise what would be the point?)

i really wonder how many man-hours have been wasted. probably countable in man-years. or man-millenia.

Something's Always Fucked.