Cranky Large Medium reading, 24 March

Go away.

Why are you still here? Didn't somebody tell you to leave? Oh, right. I told you, and nobody ever listens to me, except when I tell them what they want. So, what do you want? Ah. A reading. Wonderful. I suppose I can swing that. In fact, here you are:

You spend all your energies trying to make happy those you love. You would be more successful if you just left them alone. You are very needy, operate on instinct, think you're a psychic, and lack any enthusiasm.

Are you happy, now? Of course not. The thrill is gone. Still, you could find reason for enthusiasm in the fact that you are still alive and kicking, as opposed to these people, all of whom, on this date in history, wandered out onto the dance floor for the last horizontal tango: Harun al-Rashid, Hosokawa Harumoto, Queen Elizabeth I, Philip Dormer Stanhope, James Rudolph Garfield, Bernard Montgomery, Sir John Kerr, John Harrison, Joseph Delesse, Karol Olszewski, Auguste Piccard, An Wang, César Milstein, Saint Catharine of Sweden, Walter Hilton, Pope Nicholas V, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Jules Verne, John Millington Synge, John Hersey, Ivan Kramskoi, Samuel Scheidt, Pantaléon Enrique Granados y Campiña, Chalmers "Spanky" Alford‎, Neil Aspinall, Sam Jaffe, Richard Widmark, ... Alice Guy-Blaché, Muriel Young, Lynne Perrie, Larry McLean, Birdie Tebbetts, Ray Goulding,

and Harold Melvin.

The cake I lost.
Happy birthday, anyway.