Hmm…human. Go to bed.
You had an emotionally exhausting day, and you will need your strength.
You forgot to do laundry? 'Skay. Blizz says you can go naked. Just like the Fremon Solstice Parade. Happy as Mylune. Free as the Darkmoon Faire Rabbit* Commando like a Dwarf: let your freak-flag fly, Matty. Just dooooeeeet.
Be safe, shammy girl: don't worry about the three omens: the dream about birthday cakes and broken truck brakes: the crow dropping the unknown bone near you on your way to work (it's a good sign, right?!?! A GIFT….nothing bad!) And then for the first time in years, that real life little person, standing at the bus stop. Signs, Matty, good ones: go to Blizzcon, and get your magic on.
Now, human: go to bed.
*Not including taxes, shipping, and handlers' fees. That thing bites.