There are some mornings, when my alarm goes off between 5–6am, when I simply do not know how I’m going to continue; I refuse to give up my social life — so I’m often going to bed around midnight, buzzed on a combination of coffee and fernet (my favorite drink) wondering how I’m going to rouse myself back to consciousness before the sun rises. I have two lives, really, a day job as a high school teacher, and a second job as a play director and writer — two jobs which have no respect for each other; which do not co-exist easily, even while they must. I’ve chosen, I chose, biological pain over mental boredom — the life I want to lead…