I feel ill from too many smokes. I should think of going to bed soon.
I feel so unhealthy tonight from the cigarettes and ciders last day.
I feel slightly justified when I consider that donna's husband may have been the killer of Laurel, exasperated as he was and had threathened to hurt him bad if he visited them again to chase his indoor cats.
In many ways, it makes so much more sense than beng killed by a car, like a douche bag so dumb. And unlucky.