It didn't help that I was dead tired. I woke up at 4 am, and couldn't fall asleep, and eventually got up at 5:20.

Started practicing Mozart, and did that for several hours. Dad went to work; mum woke up at around 11.

I tuned a few notes on the piano that went down, practiced Mozart a bit, and went to sleep.

Woke up in the evening, at 10 pm, and started working on C. 3 No. 2, and wrote a pretty big culmination phase to it. Then continued working till 5 am, and it seems - finished the piece. Will see what the teacher says.

Went to sleep at 6 am.

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Yeah right. Couldn't fall asleep, and got up.

Practiced Mozart for a while, and left at 1 pm.

Had a piano lesson. No test! Yucks. I played quite well. She didn't listen to Bach. Well, fine. I'll learn it better for next time.

Then a composition lesson, which was slightly disappointing, since I wrote a lot of material and much of it won't be used. But hey, that's life.

Afterwards I saw Marina and had a long talk with her, which I'm not going to discuss here, because it's upsetting. But in the end I read to her my last poem and handed it to her. She liked it - said that "it seemed as if it was a real poem". Well, that's her point of view.

I just went straight home.

Talked to Galya for a while, and then again after a few hours.

Went to sleep a bit after midnight.