Home Alone Part 1

Tonight is the first night I will be staying in our 710 casa sans roommates #1, #2, and #3. 1 of 3 has left town. 2 of 3 are overnight babysitting.
I just arrived home after an evening of merriment, and am currently sitting in the center of the red couch, and blogging--not out of necessity, no--but out of sheer inability to choose what to do.
I mean...what could I not do?? The possibilities are endless! I could watch those movies I've been waiting for a chance to pop in, catch up on some online episodes of shows I enjoy, do some reading while the house is quiet, play loud music and sing and dance around the house, throw a raging party and invite everyone I know--I mean, come on! This takes some serious thought.
It's trying to decide which of these things is the best use of this short time where I have full reign of the place, for an entire overnight, that seems such a wonderfully daunting task. All of my options are delightful ones! Do I go to bed early? Wake up in the morning to watch the sunrise and go for a run? Sleep late because no one is here to judge? (Not to insinuate that my roommates are judgmental, for they are far from it) I mean, really, this is an absolutely overwhelming dilemma that probably needed several weeks' preparation in order to take full advantage of.
But instead, I'm sitting in the center of the red couch. There is a seat on either side of me, and a seat to my left in the brown chair. 1+1+1=3. 3=# of missing roommates.
I still don't know what I will decide.