It's like Holiday, but with indecision

I'm torn. I have been unable to decide whether or not to go west this weekend. The argument for is strong: if I don't I will have to spend a 3-day weekend in the Concrete Kingdom of Swindon with nothing to do. Of course, I'll have nothing to do if I go back home, but at least I'll be somewhere nice, and at least I'll have company[9].

The drive back isn't particularly appealing, either; only madmen willingly drive to the westcountry for BH weekend.

I probably will go back. My natural state is just indecisiveness.

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[9] This is where I draw a sympathetic 'aw' from the audience. It basically boils down to there not being anyone to keep me in Swin.