Today was the last full day. Tomorrow we're going to be in cars, airports, and planes all day. I am going to be so tired.
Last night I was up until 3 writing and drawing and also having another panic attack (goddamn it), so I slept fairly late. I ate with dad and Isaac at the free buffet and then went back to sleep. I have no idea how long I slept. I figure it doesn't matter very much, because the time change is going to fuck my circadian rhythm into next week.
I spent most of today in the hotel room reading and working on art. The art I'm working on is. . .well, I wouldn't call it majestic, but it's certainly interesting.
I also had tea. it's not really tea and more like weird dried juice concentrate.
My family went out for dinner. I had pasta again. I am so sick of Italian food.
I'm glad we're leaving tomorrow. I'm more than ready to go home. I miss being able to order food competently. I miss my bed. I miss my partner. I don't really miss classes very much, but I miss being out of the loop about them.