AGGRAVATED
He sat peering at the screen, the program wasn't allowing him do something that had been possible previously and he was getting extremely upset. He tried several work arounds but the program was stupidly insistent that what had been done before was not now possible. He sent a complaint to the originator of the program but of course received no reply. The help feature was of course ever ready to answer any question except the one asked and only lead to more frustration.
He tried his back up browser and it worked, but it meant that he would have to go to every page he had bookmarked in the old browser and bookmark into the backup which would be a colossal pain in the butt. This problem would take far more time than it was worth but made sending his blog notices to his address book a real chore.
He put the coffee on, and then while fiddling with the kettle came up with the answer. He was elated at finally out smarting the God damned machine and did a little dance. He caught his image in the full length mirror and dissolved into helpless laughter.
He dialled up his jazz station, put on his trousers and went down the hall to the loo and had a whiz. He noticed that all the late night drunks were off the street outside his building. All was quiet and he sipped his coffee and wondered what his friends on the blog-o-sphere were up to. He surfed the net to a Afro-Cuban beat and was smugly pleased with himself for solving that what was a minor annoyance that turned into a major tantrum on his part. The coffee tasted great even though he knew he would pay with an irritated stomach sometime shortly down the road.