i don't know what to do with my life.

but i ain't quittin' until every one of the sheep are fed.

so i go needs meeting in the freezing cold.

no one is home at the four apartments, so i leave messages, notes, and treats.

then i feed myself a slice of george's pizza, the official pizza of post-priesthood pizza pandemonium.

i go home and do something i haven't done in a long time: i turn on the tv.

and i immediately fall dead asleep.