I woke up this morning sneezing, or near enough, and I took an Allegra to get myself through the allergies. Unfortunately, I’ve been feeling pretty edgy and nervous almost all day thanks to it, and I think I’m officially going to take it off the menu as far as allergy medications are concerned. I’d stopped taking it altogether for a week before this for the same reason, and it may be that I’m just overly sensitive to this (not uncommon) side effect. I don’t feel terrible, but I do feel like it’s left me in the same neighborhood as panic attacks. I constantly feel like I’m tensing up for something that isn’t actually happening.
Which maybe makes it sound like I had a terrible day, although I didn’t. I went out and bought some clothes, stumbling into some surprisingly good deals at the local mall, and then I came home and watched Die Hard over lunch. I hadn’t been planning on that, and it’s not like I haven’t seen it before, but it remains an exceptionally terrific action movie (some of the ’80s fashion notwithstanding). Then I did some cleaning and watched a couple episodes of Breaking Bad (just the thing to watch when you’re feeling a little on edge). And finally, this evening, I watched The Third Man for the first time. I seem to vaguely remember reading the novella back in high school — Graham Greene wrote it after his screenplay, apparently — but I also seem to remember that reading it was a mistake, when what I was supposed to be reading was The Thin Man by Dashiell Hammett. Was this for the literary club, of which I was briefly, intermittently a member? It couldn’t have been for a class. I honestly don’t remember, and I clearly didn’t remember Greene’s book very well either, as I didn’t see the twist coming.
But I quite enjoyed the movie.