Hello, and welcome to the Pokémon Center
The doctors have been giving me funny mints that don't taste like mints and they've drawn some more blood since last time. Now and then, they'll come in to write stuff on paper. I guess people like being in my room. Weird.
On the plus side, Mewtwo is feeling well and he visited me this morning. He asked how I was feeling then laughed 'cause he could read my mind so he didn't actually need to ask me. What a funny Pokémon. Hilarious indeed.
Also, my dreams have stopped. So that's good.
Now for the last couple of days, I've lived on soup and water, and I assure you, I'm getting sick of it, which is ironic 'cause I'm sick. I want bacon, good old Tepig bacon. Yum yum!
Uncle Gio managed to visit me too. He informed me the Pokémon League will begin in a few days, but due to my health, he said it might be better for me to sit it out. I told him I really want to enter and he promised he would try and get something arranged. I love my Uncle Gio. I don't love soup. It's not even curing me!
Hope to see you again soon. Not the soup though. Fuck you soup.
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