You know what rules?

When, after a horrible gastrointestinal pain wakes you up in the middle of the night, you go to the bathroom and sit on the toilet hoping to expel whatever it is that's making you feel bad, but you wake to discover that you've somehow passed out onto the tile floor, breaking your glasses, driving plastic bits into your face, forcing you to super-glue the pieces together at 3:30am as your cheek bleeds and puffs up.

Oh, no, wait. That sucks.