STATUS

(This sounds like the opening to a song! Let's write one!)

It's 5:30 and the sun is down.
I'm at the counter where my sorrows drown.
Deep in a bottle, so I can't climb out.

Standing up, I lay me to sleep.
If I were awake, I'd surely weep.
Upon the floor, my dreams fill me with doubt.

(Come on! Can anyone else come up with some verses?)