Okay, I give up. Since I’m currently unable to exercise rebellion against the rules at work (seeing as I’m the one who has to make them now — curses!), and I feel incredibly guilty every time I skip my class (once a week, seriously, how hard can it be to go to something I *pay* for *one* day a week?), all my rebellion is cropping up in my online story record-keeping. “No!” my brain says, like some recalcitrant two-year-old. “No, no, no, no, no!” (It really likes that word.) “I’m going to read this story and then forget where I found it and everything about it except for one line and I don’t care what you say! You can’t make me record it!”

Well, fine. Sometimes you fight the battle, sometimes you just let it go.