Rome

(Obligatory Vatican Stairs shot)

Rome is killer baby.

I went down to check out old Benedict's place, and I must say, it's not too shabby. St. Peter's is absurd and astounding. I was still impressed by it even after the gluttony of churches I've seen over the last few weeks.

The Vatican museum is huge. The Raphael rooms are marvelous. And the Sistine Chapel was mind boggling. I tell you, old Michelangelo really flexed his muscles when he made The Last Judgement just like Bernini did with his Apollo and Daphne. I guess that's why they call these guys masters.

The celebrity look-alike thing has kind of mutated and now I seem to see dead Jerrys. First there was Jerry Garcia on the Rome Metro and then a thirty-year old Jerry Orbach near the Coliseum. I must admit that I'm a bit confused about what this all means.

Not much else to report except that I think James Blunt is stalking me. I can't sit anywhere these days without the fucker piping up and calling me beautiful in that whiny voice of his. It really is quite pathetic.