merry maids

my room is a sty.
i don't know when this happened - i think it just did, between being away a bunch and having lots of gigs... having a sick kitts to tend to (more on this later) and working from home. what has happened? it bugs.

usually, my room in disarray means i am also in disarray. in adult life, i've been much better about keeping things neat than in teenage spazdom, but i still just have too much stuff. how do you get rid of too much stuff? i mean, truly, too much? when nothing seems appropriate to truly get rid of?

any ideas?
on make sentiment less sentimental?
throwing away letters, notes, little presents, stories of where you've been?

i know it's not within this stuff; it's just not something i've mastered.

packratzio.