So today I finally started the job of cleaning my room. I've actually been meaning to do this for over a month now, but never felt "up to it" I guess - don't know whether to blame it on depression or just plain laziness. But anyway, this morning I took a look around my room and suddenly I decided that I was tired of it being the way it was. I got to work at around 11:30 with the intention of starting small, and ended up doing way more than I thought I would. Of course, I didn't clean the entire place because that would've been too big a job for one day. But now my window seat is clean and straightened up and my bookshelf is arranged and everything looks a lot better. Even doing that little bit has made a big difference. Now I'm feeling tired. Pretty much done for the night.
Tomorrow I tackle my dressers and bedside table.