This is one of those bloody days I knew since I woke up this morning, and I should have done something, I know, but I didn’t. I saw it coming. Movements were slow, even brushing my teeth was like climbing a mountain. The light seemed too bright, sounds too loud. I knew it was going to happen, and I didn’t do anything to stop it. I could have stayed at home and play the piano, it usually works. Or just …