Love me Later

Riccy Rules are nearing completion. I've decided they should stop at 50; since I can't think of any good ones and once I've hit 50 any better ones I think of can replace the worse ones.

There's not a lot to report on in life. February is quickly approaching, meaning the greatest teeth-grinder holiday is on its way. I plan to ruin PTE gloriously for it.
There's also essays ahoy and tests galore. And a plan to visit New City again to ski.

That's all for now, and as always, shenanigans to follow.