So I was sitting in my favorite corner of that little coffee shop on Maple Street yesterday—you know, the one with the mismatched chairs and the barista who actually remembers your order—just scrolling through my phone, trying to ignore the fact that my weekend to-do list was staring me down. And then, as if the universe decided to throw me a bone, I stumbled upon this thing called the orientdig spreadsheet. Honestly, at first glance, I thought it was just another boring template, but oh boy, was I wrong. Let me backtrack a bit. I’d just come from a quick thrift store run (scored this amazing vintage denim jacket, by…