As much as I fantasize about writing a brilliant piece on my decision to go to rehab – honest and full of colorful detail and hilarious and insightful, I’m not there yet. I am, after all, going to rehab because I’m a mess or, at the very least, I don’t have it all figured out. But my desire to broadcast my status to the entire world compels me to write something, even if only so people know why they’re not hearing from me for the next month, a sort of “gone fishin’” sign on my Facebook profile – gone rehabbin’, twelve steppin’, recoverin’, etc. I don’t know whether that’s in keeping with the principles of Alcoholics Anonymous, but I haven’t started the program yet, so, as of this moment, my only principles are my own scuffed up set.