A sign I might be spending too much time cooped up indoors in my unemployed state

I just said the following. Out loud. To my CATS. And it seemed perfectly normal at the time.

"7:00. I know. [Dinner time] This is what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna get up. I'm gonna brush my hair. I'm gonna throw on a sweatshirt. Then, and only then, will I feed you. So shut it. Aiiight? And that's how I roll, bitches."