The first thing I do when I get home is...open the fridge. I spend a few moments staring inside it before I tell myself, No, you can't have anything. But occasionally, I give in and have ice cream, which is without a doubt my guiltiest pleasure. It's just wrong.
The last thing I do before bed is...listen to old-time radio shows, like Orson Welles's "War of the World," on my iPod. When I'm listening to people talking, my mind rests, and eventually, I'm out.