Burning the Candle at Both Ends

My candle burns at both ends
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends -
It gives a lovely light.

Edna St. Vincent Millay, "A Few Figs from Thistles", 1920

As I was falling asleep last night (at 1:30 a.m.) this poem kept going through my head. Maybe because it pretty much sums up my life lately.