I’m feeling very Warren Zevon-ish today, “I’ll sleep when I’m dead.”

My Christmas shopping isn’t done, and I have to ship out gifts to not just M. but my sister, who it turns out is martyring herself at her place of employment. I shouldn’t be so bitchy as to refer to her as a martyr, but there’s a long history behind it (both her work issues and my being a bitch). Basically, if everyone else in a workplace (especially the people above you) don’t give a shit about appropriate schedule coverage, do you really need to be the soul survivor who cares? I think not.

Meanwhile, I am so behind in my holiday preparations that I think I’ll be done by December 27. I even brought my laptop and iPod with me to work, so I can burn some CDs in my office. (No, I am not so cheap that I am giving downloaded mp3s as gifts. I have legally purchased books from audible.com that I will burning to CD. The big present this year is the hard copy of Lying Lies and the Lying Liars Who Tell Them, and a companion home burnt CD. I don’t think Al Franken would think I have harmed his copyright or ability to make a living. Al’s discussion of his fight with Bill O’Reilly is worth buying the audio version of the book.)

I thought about giving Lying Liars to my Republican sister-in-law and my Republican-lite brother, but it seems un-holiday like. In the spirit of the season, I considered buying Treason by this psychotic fabricationist, but I couldn’t bring myself to toss a little gelt her way. And, as much as I wanted to steal it on principle, I’m not really a shoplifter at heart. Or maybe at heart I am, but in reality I couldn’t bring myself to actual felonious behavior.

What do you give the Republican couple with the perfect suburban home anyway?