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Continue reading →: The things I didn’t realise I missedSeven weeks, quite a few lessons in leadership and the pleasant discovery that I still really love my job. Now, if somebody could make all my decisions for the next week, preferably starting with which cake to order, that would be lovely.
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Continue reading →: A latte and a fictional murderGive me suspects, contradictory alibis and a fictional murder and I’ll happily spend an hour solving it. Give me a seven-letter synonym and apparently I’ve never encountered the English language before.
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Continue reading →: The call I don’t want at eight o’clockNothing makes 8:05 a.m. feel quite as peaceful as knowing nobody has called to inspect your entire workplace yet.
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Continue reading →: The money I’m apparently allowed to spendI made a budget to stop myself spending money quite so casually. Unfortunately, I then discovered that giving myself €150 for clothes every month feels suspiciously like permission
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Continue reading →: I have photographic evidence of the armpits.I thought selling old clothes meant taking a few photos, putting them online and occasionally refusing a two-euro offer on principle. Apparently it also requires forensic documentation of armpits.
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Continue reading →: Apparently we’re all being original togetherI love originality on Instagram. Preferably in a format I’ve only seen three times. By the fifteenth version, I’ve apparently appointed myself head of the internet’s originality department.
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Continue reading →: The awkward bit between summer and autumnI’ve packed away my summer clothes, made unrealistic plans to become a morning person and decided that twenty-one degrees is now too warm. September hasn’t even started yet.
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Continue reading →: I’m already thinking about dinnerI love cooking for other people. I will plan the menu, buy the good ingredients and happily spend hours making dinner. All I ask in return is that you stay out of my kitchen and, under no circumstances, look at the beef.
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Continue reading →: Memories I never hadApparently all it takes to make me miss 1994 is a grainy VHS filter, a synthesizer and an AI generated memory that never actually happened. I don’t necessarily want the nineties back. I’m just not entirely sure what it is I’m missing.
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Continue reading →: The cats are not speakinglive with two naked cats, several blankets and an increasingly sophisticated peacekeeping operation. Somehow I’m still considering getting a dog.
Hello,
I’m Sophie Quinn
I write from cafés, quiet corners, and whatever moment I’m still mentally processing three days later.
Some people journal.
I write blog posts and call it coping.
This space is where I collect the almosts, the thoughts I should’ve kept to myself, and the kind of stories you only tell when no one interrupts you.
Welcome to Diary of Almost Everything.
Feel free to read along, just don’t ask me to summarize anything out loud.
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