But I remember when Conan O'Brien first took over Letterman, I was going through a weird phase of depression/panic attacks. The only thing that would help me get my mind off it was random comedy shows. Seinfeld helped a lot. And so did Murphy Brown. (It was the 90s, OK?) And then Conan started and all of a sudden this dude was jumping on trampolines with Dweezil Zappa and, I don't know, it was so random that it made everything in my head quiet. At least for that hour he was on.
So even though these days I'm usually asleep by the time his show comes on, I still feel very protective of Coco.
Good luck, sir. And thank you.
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