Cranky Large Medium reading, 5 July

Go away.

Haven't you left yet? Why the heck not? What the heck is it that keeps you from going? Why the heck am I watching my language? Awww, heck. Please, won't you go? Why not? Oh, right, you came here for a reading, and you won't allow yourself to go without one. Well, if that's what it takes to get you the heck out of here, so be it. Here you are:

You learn from your mistakes, and you have had plenty of opportunities for education. You are doggedly determined to do what you plan, regardless of how insane, inane, or otherwise idiotic that plan may be, or how many other, better ways come past you. Like a puppy, you are friendly and need constant attention. Where did I leave my newspapers?

Are you happy, now? Of course not. But regardless of your miserable fortune and your obviously miserable existence, at least it beats the lack thereof, which is what these people all suffer, having, on this date in history, become too familiar with the night: Lewis Armistead, James Stockdale, Nicéphore Niépce, Charles Cagniard de la Tour, Heinrich Georg Bronn, Albrecht Kossel, Charles Sherwood Noble, George de Hevesy, Charles III of Alençon, St. Anthony Maria Zaccaria, Georges Bernanos, Howard Nemerov, Max Klinger, Walter Gropius, Wilhelm Backhaus, Leo McCarey, Kerwin Mathews, Carole Landis, Sid Luckman, Ted Williams, Rodger Ward, Henry Lincoln Johnson, Kenneth Lay,

Harry James

and Mrs. Elva Ruby Connes Miller. Heh.

Please, be a stranger, day and night.
Happy birthday, anyway.