Happy Winter Solstice, I suppose. Another season of dealing with these miserable little demigods. I asked that boy—what is it, Perry Johansen?—to clear the strawberry fields, and instead, he’s staring at me like I’m the one who forgot how to plant crops. Honestly, the nerve of some people. Now, if someone could just bring me a Diet Coke that isn't lukewarm, I might actually consider not driving the entire camp insane before dinner. #CampHalfBlood #WorstJobEver #StopCallingMeForThings