Re: Loggything: Penny and Clementine
"I thought about it, but I figure I had enough change lately. Unless I can be somehow magically be stuck right back where I was, then I don't know about goin' back," she answered. But she was still officially thinking about it. Just like she was still officially thinking about going full time to work at the clinic. Or officially thinking about calling Olivia from the hotel phone. Or officially thinking about everything else ever.
Penny sighed, shrugged, waved her hand all around for a second. Made a noise like a horse. And slumped a little in her seat. "I got all antsy at home, thought I'd come out here and visit Cris. I took two trains and a bus. Stay on his couch a night, have some company. I walk by the bar and he's in there so I go in, we start drinkin' and carryin' on. He's havin' such a hard time, I hate it," grumble. "But he was talkin' which is a change, and I'll take that over not talkin', because I can't fuckin' make chicken salad out of chicken shit, Clementine. And the last time we tried to talk, he got all pissed off, left the bar, grumped away. But we made up a little. This time, he actually talks but then he got all panicked and ran off. Then I threw up in a sink. And now here I am."