People keep asking me how I’m doing during this period of self-isolation and quarantine because of the coronavirus, and I’m unsure what to say. Am I surviving? Yes. Am I staging full-on productions of “All that Jazz” wearing nothing but a red Christmas blanket? Also yes. Is that why I’m surviving, perhaps? A thousand percent.

Quarantine has gotten weird, guys. Now that I’ve ripped through everything I wanted to on Netflix, organized my closet (i.e., moved all the crap to a place I can’t see it), and caught up with everyone I’ve ever encountered since birth, I’m bored. So bored. And that boredom is manifesting in behaviors that would typically seem bizarre but now make total sense. Like having a dance party for one in the pitch black. In my living room. After drinking a bottle of wine. To the same song on a loop. I think Jessica Lange did something similar on a season of American Horror Story, and her character was literally going insane. For me, though, it was just Saturday night.

And Monday night, and Tuesday night, and Wednesday. No, I’m not staging full-on discos every day, but I am doing at least one thing that borders on unhinged—and not intentionally, either. When I say unhinged, I don’t mean physically or emotionally harmful, just kooky. I think finding humor in the absurdity of what I’m doing indoors is helping me cope with the true absurdity on the outside. Translation: Doing the “Bad Romance” choreography while staring straight into the eyes of the Gaga photo I have blown up and framed in my kitchen is my coronavirus coping mechanism.

A few celebrities out there get this too. They’re not performing pop shows for inanimate objects, per se, but they are exhibiting some, erm, off-kilter behavior and posting it for the world to see. I feel completely seen in their wackiness. And if you’ve also been flirting with your lampshade on and off for the past week, I think you will too.

Behold: The most delightfully deranged things celebs have done while in quarantine:

Julia Louis-Dreyfus’s makeup look here.

Kristin Chenoweth belting out a random opera note while putting cheese on pasta, dressed in a Winnie the Pooh onesie.

Ina Garten making a cocktail the size of a 9-year-old child.

January Jones wearing an opulent rainbow caftan in the middle of the day and dumping an entire box of baking soda into her “detox bath.” Also: her neon mask and beer dance party.

Leslie Jordan making enough chicken salad “for an army” while waxing poetic about the time he took an “illicit substance” at a New York City nightclub.

Cardi B screaming bloody murder at her computer screen and yelling expletives in full glam.

Madonna replacing some of the lyrics to “Vogue” with the phrase fried fish. Sure!

Judi Dench wandering around her house in a dog hat.

Jessica Chastain “spying” on people and seeing things that only make sense in a Willy Wonka movie.

Arnold Schwarzenegger having a formal meal in his house alongside a live pony and donkey.

And last but not least, Julianne Moore vacuuming her lawn for…reasons?

I am all of these people.

Christopher Rosa is the staff entertainment writer at Glamour. Follow him on Twitter @chrisrosa92.