Cranky Large Medium reading, 6 December

Go away.

Why haven't you gone? I blink and I blink and I still see you there. All right, so maybe I'm not Jeannie of the lamp, but I should be able to get rid of you somehow. Ah, if I give you a reading, will you skedaddle? wonderful. Here you are, then:

You are a real oner, nervous, narrow, not allowing yourself room to have even a single error. Once you decide something, you're not budging, no matter how good the evidence to the contrary may be. If you had any friends, you would be frighteningly sincere and loyal and would do almost anything for the sake of that friendship (is a restraining order necessary?). You love to travel (dodging the law?). At home you demand blind obedience, you big bully.

Are you happy, now? Of course not. You're never happy. Whine, whinge and complain -- at least you're still able to whine. But not these people, all of whom, on this date in history, reached the end of the line : Pope Clement VI, Jonathan Shipley, Jefferson Davis, Giovanni Battista Morgagni, Sir Richard Stone, Saint Nicholas (well, that messes up the holidays a bit, doesn't it?), John Lightfoot, Baltasar Gracián y Morales, Anthony Trollope, Gene Stratton-Porter, Benedictus Buns, Hans Hotter, Burr Tillstrom, John Payne, Don Ameche, Werner Klemperer, Honus Wagner, Pete Rozelle, Erastus Brigham Bigelow, Consuelo Vanderbilt, Mimi Smith,

Roy Orbison

and Huddie William Ledbetter aka Leadbelly.

Goodnight.
Happy birthday, anyway.