like a snake eating its own tail

Driving into work today with a friend of mine who is also working on the same project, we discussed the strange feel of heading into the office on a Sunday. It went something like this:

Me: It's like Sunday, but it's also like Monday, and a little like Friday. It's like the week that never ends.

Him: Yeah. It's got the deserted desolation of Sunday, the rising dread of Monday, and the I'm-running-out-of-time panic of Friday. It's like a snake eating its own tail. It's like the MC Escher of the two hands drawing themselves, only maybe the two hands are actually shooting up heroin.

Me: Wow, you are so ON today.