2. An MRI revealed a bunch of evil globs in my spine and confirmed the herniated discs. I was subsequently put on an operating table, some "happy juice" was put into my IV, and then "wham" I woke up in the future. All that was different was three of my discs were injected with some even happier juice, and I now walk with a lot less pain, I have more feeling in my leg, and I'm looking forward to round two.
4. (Because I always overdo it) I'm fine with all the deaths on Game of Thrones, but this last one proved especially unsatisfying. I don't care if the Red Witch brings him back, that's cheating. I'd rather lose an Army of Daryl Dixon's than one Jon Snow. I'll still watch GOT eagerly, but it'll feel like crumbs of the cake.