WARNING: Rage is a choking hazard.

Things that I'm hating immensely at this moment:

1. Australian "performers" who sing with an American accent.
2. Music that should soothe me (including but not exclusive to pan flute).
3. Slide guitar in accompaniment with lame female singers.
4. All of the excruciating above rammed down my throat in a confined space.

The only reason I'm writing this is because I can't verbalise my feelings as I'm almost literally choking on my own rage.