The Jetsons might have had it right

George woke up. He felt it before his eyes opened. The grit of his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth, the feeling of that layer of grime on his teeth, he&rsquo;d been drinking again last night. Now comes the headache. Still with his eyes closed he braces for that familiar constant bitter hum of disapproval from his brain, starved for water. The eyes open now, harsh bright light is too much…