room to breathe

Tidied my room a bit today. Not finished yet, as the dust is so bad it's doing my chest in. I'm all wheeze and inflamation and pressure and irritated throat, now. And also, finishing things up before bed is of course just not how I roll. But I will finish it - when Axl moved downstairs, I loved the idea of an oasis just for me in my room, but instead it became a sort of junk repository for the family and a monument to my depression. I've tidied a few times but never got things really sorted. Hopefully this time is the time.

Then, on to the kitchen!