The Wife (who is the originator of the whole concept), is already freaking out about how, uh, "untidy" they are. I have been trying to do what I'm asked (various hardware issues with the cage, etc.), and just keep my head down. Yes, they're cute, but ... eh, nevermind. I still do not see this ending well.
I have been in an emotional funk, largely based on the job search thing. With a new year starting, it seems like I am no closer to finding a job than I was previously. All the things I'd like to do all seem to have this huge chasm where I can't see anyway to get from "point A" to "point E" ... and if there's no way to get to "point B", you're pretty much fucked from the get-go. Since there doesn't seem to be any hope of me being able to do anything that I won't hate, it leaves me faced with struggling up-hill to find a job somewhere that I know will be soul-crushing and a living nightmare. Nice place to be, huh? I have been breaking down crying at random times, which has been freaking out The Girls.
Maybe I made a big mistake with quitting drinking back in my 20's ... I could have drunk myself to death by now, which seems to be a good thing from where I'm at presently.