That's what you get for drinking shitty craft beers and following up with fine whiskey. And by 'walking into a door frame', you really mean the wifey clobbered you. 
Well to be precise I walked into the side of the door. As I opened it with the intention of GOING INSIDE THAT ROOM the door hit my right boot that was now a doorstop. The forward momentum planted my face first into the side of the door where I saw stars as I stumbled back to trip over a small table then landing on my tailbone just before the back of my head bounced off the hard, wood, floor.
Well, I wish you some good makeup sex, KSM.
Gonna be a few days. This was our 20th and I was supposed to whisk her off to Valemont for a week at the cabin but I even fucked that up.
So money well spent, then.
Of course.