as much as i'd love to do all the things i always wanted to do...i doubt i really would. half the fun is just dreaming about wanting to do them anyway
i think i'd spend some time feeling sorry for myself. in fact, i know i would at first. i'd be pissed at the whole world because i'd be jealous. i know i'll die someday, but without any knowledge of when i can blissfully continue on, content with thinking it won't be for a long long time. if i knew it was coming in a certain time frame, i'd be angry.
once i got over that, i'd start writing letters and making phone calls/visits to friends and family. especially the people i've lost touch with over the years, just to take that one last moment to tell them what they meant to me and maybe express a few "if only" thoughts.
i'd take pictures of everything and be sure to include myself in photos with my nieces and nephews so they'd have a face to put to my memory. i'd write letters to my close friends and family, telling them all the things i have never managed to put into words.
i'd put up a christmas tree and have everyone over to give them presents and cards. i'd take a zillion pics and make a scrapbook for everyone of our last christmas together.
i think i'd keep my job for a while at least, not for the money but just to stay occuppied. besides, it is always nice to go to work and know you could walk out at any minute and it doesn't matter if they fire you or won't give you a reference.
lots of time at home though. just doing what i normally do prolly. i like my life, so i think for the most part i'd just keep living it the best i could.