Work's Influence on Life's Rituals....

I work, approximately, 10 hours a day, 5 days a week. 
I still glance at emails on my Blackberry over the weekend because I hate walking into a shit-storm on Monday morning. 
I tend to live out of a suitcase, bounce from airport to airport, and a nice home cooked meal rarely occurs more than once a week. 
I carry two phones, two laptops and have essentially two of everything you would ever need in a toiletries bag, (one stays at home, the other never gets unpacked)
I almost always forget my bathing suit.
I hate checking a bag, so I never have shampoo, conditioner or body wash.  I rely heavily on the hotel for this.

The one thing, aside from clothing, that I never forget to pack is this:

 It's my pill box.  Not filled with daily pills as the labels might imply.  Instead I like to keep a decent supply of the following:

• Advil - because headaches, especially migraines, are no fun
• Calcium Pills - I think these are in here because at one time I thought I should be taking them.  
• Multivitamins - there is always someone on the plane who is sick and you're stuck sharing air with them.
• Immodium - no one wants to be on the road with the runs
• Robaxacet - we all know that plane rides are never comfortable and are killer on your back
• Gravol - Some people take for nausea, I take them to help sleep on large time zone differences
• More Advil - because you can never have too much...

When you are on the road as much as I am, you don't have time to find the nearest drug store.  You don't have time because you're now working 14hr days and every meals comes from a drive thru.

This isn't my entire life, just a portion of it.  But right now, I'm in a hotel, alone, and this is all I can think of writing about.