Day 5
I don't think I would have ever expected it - my less than level-headed companion is giving me a sick feeling. I've been paying it as little attention as possible so now it's basically just dormant, yet it's been making me queasy in the stomach, which is a pain when I'm trying to write some feature article for my assessment next week. I think it's feeling dejected and is giving some subtle revenge.
There's some voice in a small part of my brain that keeps echoing that I should just give up and give in and that doing so would alleviate my disco stick's dismay. Fortunately, there's something called pride that won't allow me to surrender so easily. I want to outlast the majority.
Now it's time to relax a little, look at some pretty girls, and then resume my work.