So I was sitting in this little corner cafe yesterday afternoon, you know the one with the exposed brick walls and those industrial-style pendant lights that make everything look like it’s straight out of a mood board? The Sunday slump had hit hard after a lazy morning, and I figured some caffeine and people-watching might shake me out of it. I had my laptop open, not really working, just scrolling mindlessly. Then I remembered I needed to finally sort out my trip notes from that Japan trip last fall—photos, receipts, train schedules, the whole chaotic mess was still living in about seven different places: my phone notes, a Google Doc,…