Last Saturday, I woke up with that familiar itch to organize my life – or at least, the part of it that lives on my computer. You know the feeling: you open your laptop, see a cluttered desktop, and suddenly you’re three hours deep into orientdig spreadsheet templates, color-coding categories that didn’t exist an hour ago. That was me. I was supposed to meet a friend for coffee at that little spot on Elm Street, the one with the mismatched chairs and excellent cold brew. But I got sidetracked. There’s something about the tactile act of dragging and dropping rows, watching a chaotic list morph into a neatly organized orientdig…