I feel like that’s an appropriate title for this, whatever this is. I don’t know what perdition means anymore. I feel like I used to, before this brain injury, but looking it up now would admit defeat and I don’t want to admit defeat. So I’m stuck not knowing, and not knowing what I don’t know or do know. That’s the fun of a brain injury. Fun isn’t the right word, but I often don’t use the right word lately. ¬†Another fun thing. I feel like perdition must be related to sedition, but I can’t remember what that means either. It sucks feeling stupid when you know you used to be smart. ¬†But for today, I’m giving up trying to know. Because remembering things is giving me a headache.