For many (and I mean, MANY) years, I had this very debilitating habit of going to bed after 4 am. And here somebody explains beautifully why I kept doing that:
I wonder whether staying up too late is this kind of neurotic suffering. I invented the practice at my first job, where the only time I felt safe was after I got home from work, and I wanted to extend the number of safe hours I had. I resurrected it here because the avoidance of a large part of the disappointing days, and the extension of the night-space in which one could be anywhere, made my indenture to the rural suburb and subjection to a breathtakingly unprofessional workplace less immediately obvious.
And for people who suffer from this problem for the same reason as described in the previous quote, here is a solution:
That isolated feeling. The only answer is to create an R1 bubble around oneself and live in it. This takes some effort.
Brilliant, brilliant, brilliant.