Cranky Large Medium reading, 25 June

Go away.

Why are you still here? Don't you have some carnival freaks to impress? Why won't you leave? You want something from me, don't you? Oh, yes, the reading everybody else asks about. If I give you one, will you allow me some peace again? Wonderful. Let me hurry to it, then. Here you are:

You are oblivious to anything even remotely serious, and depend on friends to bail you out when things turn against you -- which they will with great frequency, due to your careless attitude. Maybe you can learn to think before you act, sometime. As if you could see any point in that, as long as you still have friends to freeload off of (pardon my poor grammar). You will still rush headlong and blindly into things, including love, and others always will pay for your recklessness.

Are you happy, now? Of course not. Well, at least no happier than you were when you blithely interrupted my peaceable universe. You obviously have the ability to see the upside of your life, which is that you have it. That is so much better than what these people have, as they all, on this date in history, became Blithe Spirits: Emperor Gaozu, Hatano Hideharu, Michele Mercati, Alexander von Nordmann, Carlo Matteucci, John Boyd Orr, Cornelius Lanczos, Ernest Walton, Jacques-Yves Cousteau, Michel Foucault, John Marston, E.T.A. Hoffmann, Simon Ushakov, Thomas Sandby, Thomas Eakins, Georg Philipp Telemann, Hillel Slovak, Colin Clive, Jake Beckley, Buck Freeman, Tommy Corcoran, Jerome Brown, George Armstrong Custer, Thomas Custer, Boston Custer, James C. Calhoun, Charles Starkweather,

and Johnny Mercer.

Dream all you want, I'm getting you nothing.
Happy birthday, anyway.