Talked to my mom today on the phone. As usual she was doing about five things at once, including saying, “Rebecca, get your hair out of the butter.” It is so reassuring to realize that some things never change—and that I did exist before Mizzou happened to me.
It sounds like a disease. I caught Mizzou. I didn’t wash my hands and was infected with Mizzou. I slept around and came down with a bad case of Mizzou.