Congratulations!
My, er, admiring public all congregated in the tower and heard me stutter with terror over the 'final' call (in fact the 'o God this is it' call), the sadists, which was even worse!
Talking to myself? Boy, do I! I talk to the aircraft too, and sometimes even to individual instruments ("...oh don't talk rubbish, you there, altimeter, I can't have lost that much height just by looking at a map..."). And when it's all going right, I will burst into joyous song, R Kelly's 'I believe I can fly' being by far the most regular. Imagine the consequences of a jammed transmit button if listening in on a nearby scary military frequency. I have a powerful soprano, so my housemates tell me.
All very worrying.