I haven't wrote anything for the past few days...but let me just tell you about Thursday. It was time to go home as usual...but nothing went as they were supposed to. It took me 3 hours to get home. First of all, my first bus was 10 minutes late. I, expecting the bus to come on time, went to the bus stop a few minutes early...That was a mistake. Then I had to worry about TTC tickets because I had none and I had ABSOLUTELY NO money on me. I didn't know if there was an ABM at Islington station. Rather than going there and finding out there was no machine, they don't accept debit and getting stranded, I decided to go into Square One and getting some money. So I rushed in...a machine was free...Beep Beep Beep...I had my money. Then I rushed back outside to the bus station just to wait for the bus for another 5 minutes. I finally got to Islington station...bought a sheet of tickets and got in a train JUST IN TIME...the doors were already closing. Sigh...the rest was pretty much what normally happens. But the main thing is that I got on the first bus at 5:10 p.m. and finally got home at 8:00 p.m. Next week I'm thinking I'll drive home.