Untapped energy

If only the heat produced by my continual irritation at things - shopping malls you can't escape from, department stores that never seem to have your very common size, crumb-scattered bagel stores apparently staffed by twelve-year-olds and selling undrinkable coffee, the land of the car, crossing a busy intersection and arriving at the middle-of-nowhere bus stop to find that there are twenty minutes to wait because it's Saturday, unrelenting sunshine, universities that close their office buildings on weekends (and your realisation of this half way through that twenty-minute wait), people waving signs at intersections (no matter how good their cause), the people beeping their horns as they pass to show their support, rottweiler owners, the beauty of shimmering golden trees wasted because you're already angry beyond recall at the day, neighbours who play their music too loud, neighbours (and perhaps this accounts for the rest of the list) who have loud parties late into the night - could be harnessed and put to some good use.