Been there. Well, not in the details (roller skates and me has never been a good combo, but at this point, it'd probably be an instant trip to the ER), but I'm pretty sure I've been close to going feral a few times while living on my own ;)

I used to joke about it sometimes when I was working as a night baker. That the baristas would come in some morning to open, and I'd be hiding in some little nest tucked into the steam pipes, flinging scones at anyone who came near. "Shit. The night baker's gone feral again. Get me the broom" *pokes me out of the nest*