In Toronto...

I managed to make it to Toronto, with only minimal stupidity. Like, say, forgetting my hotel confirmation at home and being convinced I was booked into the wrong hotel. Erm, no, it was the other hotel down the street.

Ah well, at least it made my boss feel better about forgetting things at work, and then at home, causing much driving around the city before we made it out on the road, so to speak. I managed to read both Knocked Out by my Nunga-Nunga's and Dancing in my Nuddy Pants on the drive here. I meant to bring along Angus, Thongs, and Full Frontal Snogging and On The Bright Side, I'm Now The Girlfriend of a Sex God along as well, but I read them yesterday. Good thing I brought more books just in case. Of course, now I keep wandering around thinking about nippy noodles and nuddy pants and adding "oid" to the end of every second word (how fabbity-fab-fab) but, what's a girl to do?

Find the nearest computer, of course. As soon as I booked into the right hotel (second time's the charm),
I dumped my bags and went out in search of the free internet service.

Well, duh.