Cranky Large Medium reading, 23 August

Go away.

Why are you still here? Why haven't you turned around and gone, the way any decent person would, upon hearing my request. Are you genuinely indecent? Well, put some clothes on, for crying out loud! Oh, right. That's the fashion of the day, what you have ostensibly covering you. So, then, why are you still here? You want something from me. You want a reading. Why am I not surprised? Sheesh. If I give you this reading, you will go, correct? Ah, joy. Here you are, then:

You are a regular jock, can't sit still, can't be contained by an indoor environment. With your bathing habits, that's probably a very good thing. You have an alert mind, are nosy as heck, and make the center of the gossip circle your home. You love this home, and will spend many long years in it without love, as eventually nobody will trust you with secrets.

Are you happy, now? Of course not. But then, nobody expects you to find happiness. You could, however, find a little less depressing the thought of your life, especially as it comes up topside of what these folks have, their having all sunk into the next life on this date in history: Gnaeus Julius Agricola, Abu Bakr, Rokujo, William Wallace, Oliver Hazard Perry, Charles Augustin de Coulomb, Alexander Wilson, Stanford Moore, R. D. Laing, John Kendrew, Luis Ponce de León, Increase Mather, Jean Molinet, Oscar Hammerstein II, Walter Anderson, Norman Wexler, Naum Gabo, Glen Gray, David Rose, Rudolph Valentino, Reginald Tate, Hoot Gibson, Francis X. Bushman, Brock Peters, Robert Symonds, ... Kathleen Freeman, Hoyt Wilhelm, Bobby Bonds, Nicola Sacco, Bartolomeo Vanzetti, Shamu,

and Maynard Ferguson.

Make like a bird, and land somewhere else, now.
Happy birthday, anyway.