Yes, I've Deformed My Schedule for Midnight Magic Madness

I've lived this day just slightly inside-out,
This day I call my second Saturday
(In pref'rence to first Sunday). I'm without
The means with which to mend my disarray
As twighlight gleams its last out in the west.
That's not to say I simply stayed in bed,
As my supportive parents did suggest
(Supposing that I'd ache today in head
And body from the prior night's debauch).
I rose and did some things I had to do,
At noon I spent, according to my watch
At least an hour on signing papers, too.
But then I napped, and soon will nap again.
At midnight I must play a game or ten.

This Sonnet Will Make No Sense if You Don't Play Magic

It is the day before a tournament
Which will require I bring a standard deck.
I've several; but none that represent
A winning chance for me, but what the heck?
My favorite is all in blue and green,
But for a blue it lacks somewhat in tricks,
And has a lot of creatures; none too mean.
I have a day or so to try to fix
What I have got. I like it for the fun
Of Slippery Bogle and his wacky ilk.
But as I look through now I have begun
To see this deck's as menacing as milk.
It's out of date, too, mostly Eventide.
But do I play for fun, or play for pride?