I woke up this morning, determined to get it done. I moved some furniture, sorted through my clothes (throwing out all the ones I no longer fit into or just no longer wear), went through all my papers and magazines scattered around the room, and even got my boxes of computer junk mostly sorted (it seemed like i spent half the day untangling cables). Now I'm feeling exhausted, but my room is finally looking acceptable. I think it's the most organized it's been since fanlain moved out. The most important part is that I have a place to put stuff, instead of having to stack it precariously in some corner. I guess there is something to this organization and order concept, which my sister and mother tried to drill into me, in vain, for so many years.
I still need to clean up the rest of the house, but that's for another day.