Like Mr. Rochester's wife Bertha, I feel I have been sort of out of the picture (particularly when it has come to creating content) here lately, and for that I apologize—I know you all sit around thinking about me exclusively, biting your nails when I'm not around.
Seriously though—I haven't been as engaged. It's not that I don't love you all dearly, it's just that my company's fiscal year ends on June 30 and a good chunk of my job is follow up on that.
But the bitch is back, good friends. I'm just about caught up with a lot of my shit and I hope to be more vocal again in the coming days, including—and I'm saying this here so I have to stick with it—a dude edition of Game of Threads.
In the meantime: the Brontë Sisters*!
*Charlotte, imma let you finish, but Emily wrote the greatest Romantic novel of all time!