I swear, my final project for art class was cursed or something. Events follow thusly:

On the morning of the day before it's due (the earliest time anyone sane starts their work, the latest being the day of) I find out that my mother decided to uninstall CS3 from the main desktop in a fit of utter stupidity. When I tried to use the Photoshop on my tablet, it would freeze when I tried to create or open a document. Sure, no problem, I'll use Illustrator instead, although I don't know how to use that very well.

After a few hours I had what I wanted, and headed to the local Kinko's to print it, since for some reason we don't have a colour printer. Two buses left the stop just before I got there, but that's a common enough occurrence.

When I got to the Kinko's itself, I noticed a disturbing absence of lights in the area. The Kinko's building, along with a few others next to it and traffic lights next to it, was experiencing a power outage. Wonderful, ok, sure. So I go to the one on Yonge & Eglinton.

Fun fact: when someone tells you that a building is at an intersection, it is presumed they mean at the intersection itself, not a lengthy trek in a random direction off from it.
Another fun fact: Nobody in that area actually knows where anything is.

So, after considerable wandering, I finally found the place. As a last-ditch effort to spite me, the first copy printed wrong. Then their invoice printer was broken and they guy overcharged me.

On the way back, there was an argument between some crazy guy and at least 3 police officers (shouted across a corridor as such things usually are) and a bunch of campers were taking a long bloody time at getting into the subway because their knapsacks didn't fit through the entrance, and there were a lot of them. So that took a while.

I was honestly expecting that I'd get hit by a car or something by the end, just because.