f.i.t.s.
You’re so tired you just say screw it and plan to be a mess tomorrow like it’s a tradition.
I used my phone in class. F. I. T. S. I’ll be a prisoner tomorrow.
I cried in the hallway. F. I. T. S. I’ll be a disaster tomorrow.
I ate pizza for breakfast. F. I. T. S. I’ll be a monster tomorrow.