I think my spaceship knows which way to go

I'm feeling more like myself lately. 4 days ago I dropped my medication capsule under my bunk and couldn't find it. In the hours that passed I felt more awake and alert than I have in weeks. Obviously I'm being sedated. But why?

Since then I've been pretending to take my medication but secretly flushing it down the toilet. Stanley keeps questioning me. Even though I try to pretend I'm all hazy and sluggish he knows somethings up. Here's how our conversation went yesterday:

Stanley: "Clark, your vitals are not consistent with your measurable medication effects. Can you explain?"

Me: "Hey Stanley what's shakin'?"

Stanley: "Your medication is for your own safety. If you don't take it, the psychological and physiological stresses of deep space travel on the body result in rather painful, psychotic episodes."

Me: "Physi-whosee?"

Stanley: "I may have to alert Major Tom Kubrick of this situation should it continue."

Me: "That guy blows at backgammon. Tell him to bring his board if he wants to get schooled."

After that his annoying red light at the computer terminal went out and the conversation was over. I'm doubling my jump rope and circle treadmill routines. I need to be ready if something goes down. I make sure to wait till Stanley's light is off before I do it. I don't want him watching everything I do.