FOUR DAYS. 

AND I'M BACK AT THE FRELLING BEGINNING AGAIN.  Just enough time for a sprint through the thing again, trying to claw the worst remaining inconsistencies out of the corners—the ones that glow in the dark:  the ones that don't can just stay there—and put (light-proof) bags over their heads, tidy up the hemlines, which people seem to keep putting their feet through,* and send out job applications to be a tissue-folder in a Kleenex factory.  AAAAUGH.   But at least I'm away from the e...