Major Concentration Lapse

I don't understand it. Everybody who knows me knows that I'm a very cautious driver. I may be crazy sometimes but I'm always in control. I've never been in an accident with another car (except for one in which he drove into my bum) and I'm always very careful.

Today I ran into a puppy. I didn't kill it. I thought I did but when I checked it, it seemed okay. Then on the way home tonight, an early night I might add, including only two glasses of wine in a three and a half hour period, I rode over the curb from Duncan into Burnette. My tyre burst and I lost control of the car.

I now have no hubcap and foreboding feelings about a little five year old boy whose dying dog doesn't seem to be taking to its de-worming medication, unknown to him that the cause of his pain is actually internal bleeding.

I blame it all on Chris. My new 18-language-speaking-Shakespearean master-ballet dancer-stage actor-theology doctorate-ingenius intillectual-incapable-of-being-a-real-human lecturer. He makes me think too much so I inevitably lose concentration. I should charge him for the damage.