  If having fun were a crime, I'd be a convicted felon, no chance at parole. I've been having way too much fun recently. Last weekend saw coworker karaoke, some serious "breakin' it down" at the B.O.B., and a hibachi dinner with the family, complete with our own chef-come-performance artist "Bill.
" Bill kept squirting this bottle of prank mustard at my Mom. He got her to jump three times at the line of yarnish string that popped out the rather convincing bottle. In other news, I miss John. It's officially been over a month, with one left to go. Yesterday was the first time I saw a picture of him in China. It was on a weblog that belonged to a friend of his. John's friend said he was "a good conversationlist" and "ultra polite.
" That's my boy!&nbsp;In the picture, John&nbsp;was beaming and holding up some chopsticks in a Korean restaurant in Beijing. It made me miss him even more. I'm spending this week getting some stuff done for my trip. I STILL haven't received my official grant agreement OR my reimbursement check from the orientation from the Fulbright people. I'm starting to get really annoyed with this fiscal bureacracy crap. Must run. Hilary on TV (Clinton, not Duff). &nbsp; 
