...and what?

I said above: "Right now I suffer from extremely long nights. I know I MUST start pondering on some new ideas, otherwise -- I simply go crazy. But I must not think of the old ideas, because then I would notice some mistakes, and I would get extremely pissed off, because I have no chance to correct them any more."

Now I turned on my second computer -- second? I have many -- and opened the file ("think01" or something like that) where I fumble around and try to develop new ideas. And suddenly I felt that I am alive again!!!

The subject, the problem is the old one. Once, ages ago, I told you that though many writers have used a a thought of a house whose interior is larger than its exterior, no writer has ever put that thought into effect really well, in a logical way that proves ("proves") that such a house can really exist. Okay, I can try to do that -- I can spend the rest of my life trying to find that logic, that idea.

I don't know if I manage to do it, but it gives me something to do for the rest of my days. :) And I don't feel so fucking useless.