Hi everyone. I'm at Pearson Terminal One waiting for my connecting flight to Edmonton. I just called Brooke, forgetting it's not even 8am. I think, therefore, that I will pass on contacting my other Toronto friends.I am hungry and hungover. There are abrasions on my arms, and hairs missing. It was a wild party. If the duct tape assault hadn't been photographed, I might be bitter about it.