So the last couple of days have delivered me some razor-nailed prods to the happy little bubble that I like to hang out in, and that rather shiny bubble is looking ominously ready to pop. The first reality check come from an appointment I had with Elliot yesterday, but in order to explain that properly I'm going to have to do big, grown up things like actually admit to myself you what has been going on for the past 6 months. I will have to take my fingers out of my ears and stop "la, la, laaaaaa"'ing first though, so ...