Day 20 - 9

 20. Twenty whole frickin days.

Is it weird that I’m kinda looking forward to going home? I mean, I’m excited for the final and all, but the rest is starting to slur like a practice piece for an amateur flutist.

Anyways, today was a super lazy day. Most of what happened was museum, and there was lots of museum. There were boats! And more boats! And a door! I’m not sure that last one was intentionally on display, but oh well. I didn’t quite feel alive at that point, so I sort of wandered and ghosted through the museum like a soul out of time staring at remnants of what used to be reality. I had some spaghetti there.

After that, it was mostly chill chill chill. I beat my high score in a racing game - 9688, just short of the 10000 score I’d need to move my ranking from B+ to A (my previous record was 9626.) I think I might have finally cracked the trick to getting the higher rankings, but that remains to be seen.

At about six, we went to the final dinner (which I’ve been calling the Last Supper in my head for funsies) with the rest of our tour group for the very last time.

I don’t think I’ll miss it.