i promise i won't burn down the house

I think we can all agree that some time alone is essential to avoid going completely insane. In that respect, being home alone is pretty fun. No one to disturb your solitude by complaining about the noise/the mess/the cat/a thousand other unimportant things... heaven. However, in a few short hours, I have also noticed a couple of disadvantages. Here follows a list of my observations...

Pro: ability to sunbathe for several hours without being disturbed/made to feel lazy.

Con: no one to put sunscreen on your back... or to remind you to put on sunscreen at all. (Result? Tomato-face strikes again.)

Pro: no one to complain about the noise of the robotic vacuum.

Con: no one to save you when said vacuum goes berserk and starts chasing you around the room.

Pro: ability to test-drive new and outrageous clothes before deciding if they're appropriate for the outside world.

Con: discovering that the outfit is extremely difficult to remove just when you desperately have to pee.

Pro: ability to blast music and have a wild dance party in the kitchen.

Con: no one to warn you about irate neighbours staring at you through the glass door. (Especially problematic when you remember the crazy outfit.)

Pro: balanced meals? Who needs those when you have chocolate and nuts?

Con: I think we all know the answer to this one. (Hello, treadmill!)

Pro: blessed silence. (A break from screechy guitar music? Yes please.)

Con: the scream when a spider falls on your head seems especially loud.

All things considered, though, I still love being at home alone. Who knows, though- his may change once I actually have to live alone full-time! (In the meantime, if you don't hear anymore from me, assume that I've electrocuted myself with the blender.) What do you think? Does anyone else get this excited about their alone time?