My Own Shrink and Bartender (sonnet)

Midnight passes, but I simply can't sleep.

I'm longing for a sense of simple peace.

My mind is a fog and my thoughts are deep.

I know just the thing to bring some release!

Off to the fridge, I throw open the door.

Vodka and rum, juice and some mixers too ...

I'm not even sure what I'm looking for.

All I know is that these feelings are through!

I grab a tumbler and fill it with ice,

Grasp a bottle and then another one,

Can't wait to feel how it goes down so nice,

But I can't say I'm having any fun -- 

Trying to stop all that I remember.

Tonight I'm my own shrink and bartender.