It rained and it rained and it rained

It's raining. As usual I am procrastinating.
Isn't it funny that when I read an angst-wridden blog I screw up my eyes and get angry about it but then I just do it myself?
I didn't have the best time last night. It was generally ok, but I felt like I barely knew anyone. I didnt know what to say or how to act so I ended up getting slightly drunk. And what on earth is the good in that?
It's still raining. It's been raining for a long time now.
I still have done hardly any work, still, it's a short piece of writing.. I might just get on with it and stop thinking about what I am thinking about.