The four rules of thumb

I was thinking today. And I realised that I'm quite temperamental in general. I wasn't like this when I was younger but lately my tolerance level has gone down quite significantly. Blame it on hormones, but normally I held back and put on a pokerface *yea this is where my nick comes in handy* and act cool. I know my outburst is unreasonable but hey when I hit the point it's not like I want to right?
For those who know me, they will know there are few ways of getting on to my nerves.
So here are top few ways of pulling my chain:

Four
Eating time. Hah! Classic. A hungry man is an angry man. That phrase applies to me so well. It's as if its custom made. For me. When I'm hungry, anything that causes me to unable to have my meal is like stepping on a mad dog's tail. Obeying my bio-clock is extremely crucial to me. When my tummy calls, it has to be answered IMMEDIATELY.

Three
I don't know about everyone else, but have you ever encounter people who are extra cheerful in the morning? Urgh. Annoyinggggg. In the morning, I am a grumpy person. Ok. That's an understatement. The morning is the time when the whole world is against me and I'm against the world. Morning is my private time. My sanctuary time. Me and Thornberry time. I really appreciate it if no one interferes with my me-time and leave me be. You wanna be cheerful? Fine by me. But don't try pulling me in with pathetic efforts. I am cycnical and bitter in the morning and I like to stay that way. That don't always apply on all mornings of course. Only happens on mornings I have to wake up early. Say, 6ish and earlier. Other days when I get the privilege of waking up late, I'm totally normal on those days :) Of course I do get better on those 'fateful' morning. That is after a lapse of 1ish hour.

Two
Frogs. Frogs are the experts at boiling my nerves. They seem to have the inborn talent of knowing which spot to hit and rocket me up and through my roof. The constant ONGs! ONGs! they orchestrate at night ie. rainy nights piss me off so bad, I can envision horrific graphics in my mind. Its in my older posts. Yea. About things I wanna do badly to the green creatures. There were a couple of times, when the sopranos of the frogs were at their highest notes interfered with my sleep, I was tossing and turning on my bed with violent fits of anger. So much so, I have to shift to another room to sleep. On yoga mat that is. Imagine the hardness of the floor. But, I've found a way to put the frogs to silence. Forever :D

One
The ultimate way to see the darker shade of Thornberry is *drumrolls* upsetting my sleep. I am a fussy sleeper. A little too much of light or sound or a little too hot makes the environment unfeasible for me to sleep. I need extremely conducive surroundings to fall asleep. I am sensitive to the extent of, even aircond water leaking outside can annoy me. Or sound of water in the toilet dripping for that matter. And this includes the frogs definitely.
So anything or anyone that caused any incongruity to the 'conduciveness' will face my wrath. In fact, I called the police a couple of times to arrest my neighbour for blasting the f-radio in ungodly hours. I attempted throwing rocks or stones at first. But there was nothing nearby to throw that can bring enough damage. So I gave up. Yeap. I admit it. But the police came surprisingly and warned my neighbour only. Lucky them. They know it was me. So what?? Sue me la. I even hung 2 layers of dark curtains to block out any lights that can disrupt my sleep. I went to the length of taping the small green light on the aircond. Cause I think it is too bright. See how particular I am?

Conclusion of the story. Thornberry = fussy.