Some things in life come back again and again, like migratory birds, sex in the city re-runs and flu. OR my schoolgirlish infatuation for Conan O’Brien.
Luckily flu comes only once a year and conan once in five. I could’nt handle him more often.
In my boredom on my second flu week i gave up and jumped in the rabbit hole of YouTube to see him. I watched his videos till i was more sick and tired.
Then finally in my feverish dream:
(many tongue twisters and old suggestive poem.)
”I wonder if this is appropriate..?”