Today is a strange day.  I have a case of the hormonies.  After giving my poor, Wifesy, an ear full about how I’m fat and why do I need to be thin?  Is it the triteness and glamour of Los Angeles that is forcing me to try and be so?  Because if that’s the reason, I ain’t doing it.  Is it some kind of crazy, keeping up with the Joneses kind of thing?  Because if that’s the reason, I don’t give a rat’s behind.   Wifesy, said, “No.”  Then she went on to say some very on point things about my past and how I won’t deal with it because of my mom, much like I don’t want to completely deal with my finances…