What to do, what to do?

George woke up that morning with a a strange throbbing in his head. He didn't think he was hungover, but it was always a possibility lately. As he rolled out of his bed, he set about finding some clothes to put on, and in the process of doing that he found a video recorder. The battery was dead, otherwise it might tell him something useful or interesting. Shrugging in mild disappointment, he plugged in the wall charger and left it to charge while he went downstairs to find something to eat.