Middle evening

Yesterday was a great night out. I had a sweet drunkness, the kind of drunkness that gets you happier but the following morning is not agresive in the form of a terrible hangover. I do not have any hangover, that's good, though I feel sleepy.

And so I have several options for the evening:
1) Go and watch El Verdugo by Berlanga, at the filmotheque
2) Stay home, prepare a nice red curry and watch TV
3) Wait for Landiman to pop up over the phone, and have a chat dressed with a couple of joints
4) Write to all the friends I have to write

I guess I'll wait for the evening to unfold naturally.