Maybe it’s mental illness, a touch of OCD, but I often lie awake at night and dream up wonderful business ideas. Unique, daring and all unfulfilled.

That’s what I’m doing at the moment. My mind wandered to a great “business” idea and I thought, yeah that one would really work. If only I was commitmentless, unencumbered by debt and had the round dangly bits to do it.

Anyway if you want this great idea drop us a note/comment and I’ll fill you in. You can’t lose. All my business ideas are gold, well in the middle of the night, in my brain, they are.

Take Skinny Corp. They started Threadless, a most amazing website that was born from the humbleness of an internet forum. It now brings together t-shirt designers from around the world and produces unique t-shirts that are shipped to all corners of the globe. Hell, i’m sleeping in one now. What a great business idea. I bet it was born from the bowels of insomnia. Damn them and their cursed courage.

Other great ideas have sprung from what seemed like flights of fancy at the time. Some of them make no money but provide escape for people or just bring a little joy. One great idea has grown to cultish proportions and allows you to unburden your burdened soul. It lets you reveal that inner secret to the world. It lets you say that yes it was you that stole the last choc-wedge from the freezer and you blamed your brother. Its little secret of success is that you do this anonymously, on the web, with only a few words and some crayons and clag. Cruise on over to PostSecret and release the inner demons that plague you.

Damn these clever people and their crazy/great ideas. Now where did I put that Valium.