When it rains it pours

Ok so I know I haven't posted in a while but I've been in a bit of a funny happenings dry spell. Anyway, this afternoon I went out and bought a space heater because even though I managed to put some screws that didn't really fit into the door to hold on the metal piece that changes the space under my door from about 1/2 of an inch to -1/4 of an inch it was still cold in here. So, I came home and plugged it in and was working away and all of a sudden the lights went out. At first I thought it was a power outage, but then, thanks to my useful habit of leaving all the lights in my apartment turned on, I noticed that the lights in the bedroom and bathroom were still on. I used my powers of deduction to deduce that I must have blown a fuse. And the adventure begins.
The first hardware store I went to was closed so I went to the hardware store with the scary parking lot - desperate times call for desperate measures. I managed to sneak my car into a parking spot without mishap and got into the store and bought some fuses but then when I was walking out I noticed a woman in a large station wagon who was moving back and forth about 3 feet at a time at an odd sort of angle in the spot next to the one my car was in. Apparently she couldn't figure out how to fit her car into this spot, perhaps her steering wheel doesn't go all the way around - either metaphorically or literally.
So, I came home and took out the fuse marked "living room" where all the lights are out, and took a new fuse out of the box. Oh look it's the wrong size. I bought the fuses that have threads at the same width as the fuse part and the fuses I need are actually narrower at the bottom. Back to the hardware store. Noting this time that the station wagon is parked in such a way as to take up three parking spots and is accompanied by a car parked half in a snow bank and another one parked half on the curb. Anyway, I grabbed the correct sized fuses and exchanged them for the ones I bought only moments before and on my way out of the parking lot I was nearly run over by someone under the impression that the most convenient lane is the one she ought to drive in regardless of its side.
Ok, back home again. Replace the fuse. Nothing. Hmmm. After much walking back and forth and plugging and unplugging and screwing and unscrewing I discovered that the fuse labeled "living room" is actually one outlet located near the air conditioner that isn't even three prong. The rest of the living room (including the air conditioner) is on the same fuse as the kitchen. It is also interesting to note that this single plug with no ground is on a 20 amp fuse and the shared fuse for the rest of the outlets is only 15 amps.
So finally after much traveling back and forth and fiddling in the dark I managed to get it all fixed all by myself :).