Oh, Is It My Birthday Today?

... I have nothing to say, I don't know what to feel. I am so incoherent right now, I am surprised my fingers are actually typing and that my brain is transmitting "Type this" to my hands. I am very very shocked that I can even form grammatically correct sentences. I am not surprised that I've had 39819537 typos since I started typing.

LEE HYUKJAE. WHY. HOW. WHEN. Oh God, my brain has officially turned to goo, the lights are off, nobody's home, I've got a few screws loose... *dead* Seriously, I can't even think straight. It's off to bed for me, because this isn't healthy. If I stare at those photos any longer than I already have I think I might just go into cardiac arrest. Good night, world. See you in the morning (that is, if I'm not already dead by then). I will edit this tomorrow, hopefully. Okay. Logging off now. Good night, Hyukjae. Sweet dreams, okay? Dream of me>? I'll dream of you ♥