Thursday: I can't decide

Tell us, in one hundred words, about a time you could not make up your mind.

Wren doesn't have any regrets. Wren is just beginning to build his life anew. He's so absorbed in numbers, algorithms, kludges: his every day is the common man's every week.

It's when he lies down in the middle of the night, hands linked over the thin t-shirt riding up over his stomach, that Harold Wren actually has to work. At the very moment he should switch off, his thoughts spin and spin. 

For the past two years, he's been building a machine by himself and calling it a partnership. He has yet to find a way to consolidate that.