In hell, the can-opener is missing and you really want some cranberry sauce.

in hell, you're always lying awake at 4am wondering if you overbrined the turkey...

in hell you can't stop

In hell it all just sort of holds together.

in hell it's all a bit sticky around the edges.

In hell you know you could have prevented it all if you'd just said something.

in hell, you're always saying what you see coming and people never heed you anyway.

In hell you're 0 for 3 with the winning run on 3rd and you strike out.

in hell, you finally just go ahead and admit that you hate her, and it doesn't make you feel any better at all.

In hell the subway doors close just as your eyes meet at last and you realize she's still on the platform.

in hell, you put up with way too much.

in hell, the game's on, the beer is flowing, the place is rocking but your team lost in last week's playoff round and your fantasy league coordinator forgot to pay the fees

In hell you realize that you are your fantasy league's coordinator.

in hell, it's 38F and raining.

in hell, it's 38F, raining, and dark for at least 17 hours a day.