Disclaimer: I do not own Artemis Fowl, nor anything in it's relation. All (or most) of Artemis Fowl and its relations are the property of Eoin Colfer.

Countless imbeciles, pathetic services, even more pathetic accommodation, and nearly inedible food, all elements in my father's idea of vacation. Since my father's return from Russia, I have had to endure the enormous change caused by his new attitude, but this "vacation" is by far the worst consequence of his newfound personality. It is nearly August, and this unbearable inactivity is beginning to take its toll on me. It is an amusing thought, Artemis Fowl bored to death.

Previous generations of Fowls are weeping in their graves, watching my father atrophy the Fowls' time and money, the former being more important, as the Fowls possess a plethora of the latter. Still, a so-called "first class" summer in Vienna does not come cheaply, and the money could have been put to a more profitable use. For now, my only pastime is to imagine the "profitable uses" I would have utilized the funds for.

At least Butler seems to be enjoying the inactivity, and it worries me. The Butler I know and remember would never be comfortable in his current state; no, Butler is a soldier, and he enjoys it. It is quite possible that it is merely a lapse of lethargy, caused by his increasing age, however I doubt it, and my instincts rarely lead me astray.

Butler's condition isn't the only matter disturbing my normally tranquil and organized mind. I still remember that day. That day when I woke up and for a split second, I had satisfaction. My everlasting craving for wealth gone, it was a second of utmost weakness. Of course, my normal sentiments returned immediately, but I am still very worried. Even a second of weakness, for whatever the reason, is unacceptable. Aurum est Potestas – Gold is Power. I can never forget that.

On a lighter, yet still dark note, I am trapped as my father's insanity continues, for tonight, he plans to attend a concert and of course drag the entire family there with him. The musician I will have the misfortune of hearing will be Marie Stratechuck, who is apparently one of the "rising stars of the piano." My situation is irritating; especially when I think about the cacophony I will be experiencing tonight.