Falling further into obsession

Dear David Hyde Pierce,

Happy birthday. I was going to surprise you and jump out of a cake while scantily clad, but I was at a kick-ass cast party until the wee hours of this morning, and didn't think I would be up-to-par for you. I mean, if I'm going to do somehting, I'll do it right, naked cartwheels and all. Next year, my darling, next year.

Eternally yours,
Spark of Life