Karma's a bitch.

I slept well last night. I don't know if that was because of the previous night's lack of sleep or the beer I had at a gig, or both.

I had a semi-altercation with a young woman at the gig who was throwing herself around "dancing". That's not itself a crime per se, but being completely unaware of the people around her is, in my opinion.

A hard tap on the shoulder (because a light tap wasn't paying dividends) and a warning to be more careful resulted in me getting the side-eye from her and her boyfriend.

I didn't hold back my laughter when ten minutes later, she backed into a guy carrying four pints, most of which ended up on her, and she immediately burst into tears.

Karma's a bitch.