Cranky Large Medium reading, 20 January

Go away.

Why won't you leave? What do you have against me? Have I died and gone to hell? That's pretty rough on an agnostic. Or, maybe it's just a cruel joke by the universe, on me. Oh. So it's just that you want your reading. Oy, my heart! Well, if that's all you're here for, I'll be eager to oblige, just to get you gone. Here you are:

If you had a lick of self-confidence, you could be a success. Too bad about that. Work honestly and diligently and you will end up tired and broke anyway. March and November are months when your work will be hardest and may offer slim reward. You have no favorable days, but you can pretend Tuesdays and Saturdays have some benefit to you.

Are you happy, now? Of course not. You should have known better than to ask for good news from me, anyway. At least you're better off than these people, all of whom, on this date in history, ended life's business: King John II of Aragon, David Kalakaua, King George V, Omar Bundy, Zénobe Gramme, St. Sebastian, Bishop Henry, Myles Coverdale, The Venerable Father Basil Anthony Marie Moreau, John Ruskin, Robinson Jeffers, Francesco Galli-Bibiena, Jean-François Millet, Al Hirschfeld, Gilbert M. 'Broncho Billy' Anderson, Barbara Stanwyck, Audrey Hepburn, Carrie Hamilton, Josh Gibson, Johnny Weissmuller, Curt Flood, Houston Harris aka Bobo Brazil, Alan Freed,

and Gerry Mulligan.

Moonlight, shmoonlight. This is saxy.
Happy birthday, anyway.