ALZHEIMER'S. A RANT.

I'm planning a rant in the dementia book. There'll be a scene featuring the Batman. But that's not the ranty part.
   And there'll be swearing. I warn people about that. And it's not the ranty part. There will be swearing in the ranty part. The ranty part concerns Alzheimer's.
   Maybe. If I use the ranty part.
   I'm not sure. That's why I am blogging here. Either I'll ditch the rant after blogging, or I'll commit to it. Commit. Like...going on a fucking bombing-run. That level of commitment.
   Marrying a high-maintenance billionairess. That's a Marianas Trench level of commitment. We all have our diamond-encrusted crosses to drag.
   Ranting about Alzheimer's. Sweary ranting. I think I am going there.

Momentarily, I wonder what SUSHI is like. But the curiosity fades, and I return to the contemplation of pizza and a sweary rant about Alzheimer's. Rantyheimer's.
   Hmm. That last one sounds too much like panty-liners for the purposes of blogging and alien autopsy.
   Ranty sweary text. Like the sound of that. So far, it's RANTY SWEARY TEXT 1 and SOOOOSHI 0.
   You can tell I semi-planned this. Ooh, chocolate. I must depart and deal with that problem.

I'll return to the blog when I have concrete news on writing this book.