Cranky Large Medium reading, 20 May

Go away.

When will you go? I don't want to have to wait for too long. In fact, it would be best if you were gone before you arrived, but I suspect you lack the ability to rearrange the space/time continuum to my satisfaction. So, instead, just take off right now, and I won't hld it against you that you were here. Oh, so you won't leave until you get what you came for, will you? And what you came for is precisely what? Ah, of course. You want a reading to get you gone. Well, if it will make you leave, then allow me. Here you are:

You are nervous, wound up, as excitable as a chihuahua before its walkies. You play with childlike abandon and comprehension, and can not thrive without brainless giggles. You are generally kind, generous and considerate in your affections, but that's as deep as it goes.

Are you happy, now? Of course not. But at least you get walkies. And that's a sign that you're still alive and kicking, which beats the condition of these people, all of whom, on this date in history, began the long walk up the golden staircase: Christopher Columbus, Ashikaga Yoshiharu, Osman II, King Wladislaus IV, Sébastien Vaillant, William Emerson, Charles Bonnet, Jacob Ellehammer, Philipp Lenard, Randolph West, Pope John XXI, Saint Bernardino of Siena, Verner von Heidenstam, Max Beerbohm, Waldo Williams, Barbara Hepworth, Clara Schumann, Ernest Hogan, Jon Pertwee, Syd Howe, Malik Sealy, Lorenzo de Medici (not The Magnificent), Valentine Fleming, Stephen Jay Gould, William Seawell, Hamilton Jordan,

and Gilda Radner.

Someone has come unstuck in dance.
Happy birthday, anyway.