roböxotica is over. i gave the atkinses a ride back to bratislava airport yesterday. when i fetched them on monday, jake was coming along and told me the short version of his intricate family life which was so intense that we missed an exit and ended up in hungary first. he didn't mind, though, because it meant that he got an extra stamp for his passport (men always seem to collect stuff rather than to get rid of it) and we were still in time anyway.
this time, i took the right exit and so alice is probably back home in london, whereas cory went to geneva. bye bye you two and do come back!

[my laptop somehow does not upload jake's pictures, i'll have to do it at the office]


yesterday was terrible. melancholy all over the place. we all cheered for franky's robot, though, which this year was really working for the first time and he got the acra (people's choice) for it.
i somehow forgot to eat (cocktails don't count) and when we finally headed for dinner my blood sugar was so low that after eating it took another hour to get me back to live. i wonder if i'm the only one in the world to be so sensitive about food intake, but not eating properly really kills me.

since alice and cory left, jake has taken the blue room. he's still asleep though, the boys had a long night at the closing party.

anyway, i'm heading for the gym, trying to get rid of all the roböxotica side effects.