Cranky Large Medium reading, 2 March

Go away.

Why won't you leave? What do you think you're going to gain by badgering me in this way. You must know, I'm not from Wisconsin, so I don't pay much attention to Badgering. Oh, you think I'm going to give you something, do you? Ah, you're here for a reading. How sad, to need such confirmation of one's self. But here you are, nonetheless:

Practice sincerity, and eventually you'll be able to fake it. You might also seek diligence and patience in your daily life, and open your tightly-clenched fist of a mind. Stop depending on your imagined psychic powers, and maybe you'll rise to become an average conversationalist. You are tolerated by the opposite sex, and are better-appreciated by your own.

Are you happy, now? Of course not. Life is chock-full of misery, and it's hard to find an excuse to smile. Still, how's this for an excuse -- at least you have life, as opposed to these people, who, on this date in history, forever ceased to be: Lothair, Marjorie Bruce, Francis II, Nicholas I, Stanisław Taczak, Francesco Bianchini, Heinrich Wilhelm Matthäus Olbers, Sir John MacNeill, Howard Carter, Charles Jean de la Vallée-Poussin, John Wesley, Alessandro Cardinal Farnese, Carl Sylvius Völkner, Horace Walpole, David Herbert Richards Lawrence, Philip K. Dick, Berthe Morisot, Ben Harney, David Ackles, Hank Ballard, Martin Denny, Milton Katims, Jack Wild, Jeff Healey, Eric Blore, Randolph Scott, Sandy Dennis, Anita Morris, Mercedes McCambridge, Jim Lightbody, Fred Merkle, Marge Schott, Rick Mahler, Clem Labine, George E. Stewart,

and Dusty Springfield.

Don't know what to do with yourself?
Have a happy birthday, anyway.