O.F.I.M.
A curse from the weekend gods. You scream it when you see your Monday face in the mirror.
Text from friend: 'You just said O. F. I. M. in the mirror. You look like a ghost.'
Tweet: 'O. F. I. M. I’m not even mad. I’m just tired.'
Voice mail: 'Hello? It’s O. F. I. M. I’m not coming to work.'