I can't sleep. I think it's because I'm still haunted by the dream I had last night. I dreamt that Jesse's cousin Joe (who is all of 15) was getting married. The girl he was marrying was Irish and wanted a traditional Irish wedding. I guess that involved Jesse's uncle Bill dressing up like a leperchuen. Now that might not mean a lot to those of you who don't know Bill but I don't hink I'll ever be able to see him wearing green again without snickering. We won't even go into the little jig that people at the wedding had to do.