I went to sleep at 11 pm last night while my roommate, who has a flight at 6 am this morning, stayed up to order and eat pizza. I woke up at 1 am randomly and noticed he fell asleep on a futon with his phone open, all the lights on and none of his stuff packed. I decided to set my own alarm for 3:30 am to make sure he got up in time to pack and make it thinking that if I woke him then to the same end he'd end up waking me up when he left anyways.
I wake up with him in the morning, make sure everything's in order, and go back to sleep after setting my alarm to 7 am to make sure I have time to eat for my med's and checkout before heading to the tourney for modern at 9. I sleep through my ipad, phone, and the clock alarm and wake up at 845.
I'm rush to the tourney with my left foot completely soaking my sock and shoe in blood from a now burst blister on the back of my heel agitated by me running to the convenation center. I clean it up as best i can but atill need to rush to the table. I make it to my table 2 minutes into the round and the judge gives me a game loss for beING late. I play a close game against a merfolk opportunity who I run out of cards and get down to a single master. He goes to his turn, draws, and swings with it. I activate a colonnade and he vials in the last lord he drew to islandwalk through it, win the game and by extension the match.
At 7 3 still needing to check out before 11 and beginning to feel withdrawal effects from beING a day and a half off cycle from my antidepressants, I drop. Checked on the ptqs for the day and found out I was a few minutes late to join. Just packed up and decided to leave Vegas. Hour of devastation indeed.
As far as the deck itself goes, I felt it was perfectly positioned for the tourney. Disn't play a single match I didn't think I could win.