Done, but not even close.

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I couldn't get back out.  Having trouble getting to bed, too.  Between.  Stuck.  Lungs.  Tired.

I did get a start on much.  I did get the measurements, and twice, plus.  As well, I have checked enough else that... it could work out?  So tired.  So slow.  I don't know.

I am going to send an email.  Letting someone know... what's up.  I don't think it is possible to get the rabbits.  I have no place ready for them.  Technically, I could just put them all together in one of the outhouses.  The chances of them getting out, or something getting in?  High.  They haven't been checked for that.  I just... It would be irresponsible.

I might get advice back.  But there really isn't a way to get the rabbits.  Not quite yet.  Another week?  I don't know.  As rough as things are.  I will try.  I have been trying.  Closer though.  Maybe.  I took a fistful of aspirin.  Hopefully it will help me, ease the edges of things, allow rest.

Oh, how do I know I am still healing?  When I push the edges of my fitness, or tear myself up where I need to heal?  I don't need the water pills.  For some reason, while healing up, the water flows.  Why?  I... don't know the biomechanics of it.  I only know that is how I know if I am wounded or really pushed my fitness.  I didn't mean to stop taking meds, it just happened.  So many things on my mind, so much push, so little go, it... just... happens.  Yea, yea, I know.  But I'm just one accidentally transcendental guy... in way over my head.  But, I'll... get there.  Wherever there is.  Good morning and night.