Can I please marry you?!
I would immediately start working on a theory attempting to explain the consequences of being able to predict the future. Then I would decide to try to stop whatever catastrophe is coming because it's right thing to do (from a statistical point of view), even though it's useless.
I would also spend some time with someone very important to me because Im sentimental.
After charging my hoveround, I would roll on up to the county store for some steak and biscuits. Those big fat soft biscuits, mmm mmm.
After cooking up that steak to medium well, I would call Roscoe and order me up an eight ball. Shucks, Roscoe is probably dead by now.
Then I would watch some poontang on the pooter.
After eating, getting high, and beating my ding dong, well, I guess I'd be ready for just bout anything.