I ask Anna what she wants for dinner, and turn back to the digital audio workstation to work on a bassline while she answers. (I can’t really play bass yet, I can just play it enough to kinda fake it in studio if you don’t listen too closely. But I am getting better!) Then I glance back at the laptop, and it’s been an hour, and Anna’s coming in the front door.
Um, heh. Oops. Time to make the dinnars!
Mirrored from Crime and the Blog of Evil.