A conversation I just had with myself:
"Ouch!", I said after poking myself in the leg with a needle.
"I think I'm losing my senses."
"And I'm talking to myself outloud."
"And I'm talking to myself out loud about talking to myself out loud..."
It's becoming very evident that I need to get out more. (Not too mention that the conversations I have with myself don't even make sense. Wait...are they supposed to? Hmm....)