I got divorced officially officially today. I also got my Z visa so I can head over to China to work. I am exhausted from waking up at 4am to take the train into the city. I am fat from eating my second Canadian cheat meal - coney fries. I am dead from spending the last week under extreme stress, fearing my visa might be refused. I should celebrate, but I am so emotionally shattered I don't know if I can order another pint. Maybe tomorrow I will go to the island. Thank Christ the day after I can take my return flight without worrying. I'm done. Happy. Anxious. Done.