Why I Must Live Alone

This article fit in perfectly with a list I've been making in my head lately. The thing that strikes me about this list? Every item on it is completely meaningless. And yet I feel like it matters, and I've had them used against me.

1. I see nothing wrong with wearing sweatpants and studying for an exam, all day on Sunday.
2. I like chunky sauces and faux-meatballs on top of angel-hair pasta (and like that combination even better reheated).
3. I have a balance ball instead of a desk chair.
4. I hang-dry my delicates.
5. I rarely wash my coffee cup.
6. I wear socks to bed.
7. I find roasted vegetables and a boiled egg to be a perfectly acceptable dinner.
8. I'm uncomfortable with the idea of a cleaning lady.
9. I dislike delivery and take-out (because I like my hot foods really hot)
10. I sometimes don't finish the Sunday paper until Tuesday.
11. I'd rather go out on a weeknight than a weekend (this one deserves its own post...)

I'm sure there's more...what are your weirdest live-alone habits? For those of you co-habitating, what do you miss most, now that you're living in a civilized manner?