Woke up even later, 5 pm. It's the third time I wake up and remember dreaming that I was composing music. I could remember the music I was composing in my dream. This means that I write music in my dreams, and most of the time don't know about it. That sucks. Dad, mum and I went for a walk in the forest. It rained. We talked about my dad's new plans to move to Israel. Apparently, in a month or two he and mum will leave Moscow, and want to buy a house in Israel. This means I'll be living in Moscow alone. That sucks. Regarding ADSL dad said that he's not going to do anything, for now, so I'm left with a crappy internet that takes 25 times redialing until it connects, and the cps never gets above 1kb/sec. That sucks as well. What sucks even more is that Galya is ill, and I'm not there with her. She sent me a sweet poem, which cheered me up a bit. I replied. Hope she's better. Long day tomorrow, have to get my baggage. By the way, dad said we're not renting a different flat, because 2 rooms is more than enough for me. Following all this, I wrote a poem called "Izgnan" ("Outcast"). Then I found a way to type in Russian on this laptop, so I spent some 4 hours typing in my last 5 poems for Galya, and the new one, then put them on the web. It's been an annoying day, and now it's 4 am. Good night.