I am the stupidest fucking idiot on the fucking planet

I just started on Chapter 11 of "In The Land of the Dead" -- one of the new ones, where Lizzie and her family meets Bonejangles's mom -- and I decided I'd use Chapter 10 as a template so I wouldn't have to reset all the usual formatting I use.

I FUCKING SAVED OVER CHAPTER 10 AND DIDN'T REALIZE IT UNTIL IT WAS TOO LATE.

AND NO, I DIDN'T HAVE A FUCKING RECENT BACKUP OF THE CHAPTER.

I searched and searched online to see if I could fix this problem, but it really looks like my file is just GONE. Even a system restore says it leaves stuff like documents untouched.

I just -- WHY DIDN'T I FUCKING SAVE AS RIGHT AT THE VERY BEGINNING?

I can't believe I fucking did this. . .

Other Ways This Day Has Sucked

-->Right after making the previous post about me being an idiot, I went downstairs and discovered I'd gotten my period

-->Which did not help at all with the heat today -- we had an Excessive Heat Warning most of the day

-->I played Sims 4 late, intending to have another day of Wheatley at the doctor's office -- only to run afoul of a bug where active careers DON'T ACT LIKE ACTIVE CAREERS (basically Wheatley just put on his uniform and went to work without me ever getting the chance to tag along) -- one of the workarounds is apparently to quit the job and then retake it. Ended up doing that -- we'll see if it worked. (Worst part is, he was practically guaranteed a promotion if he'd been able to go in normally today. . .) He also somehow ended up in clown gear, but that was more of a funny "WTF?" that was pretty easily fixed.

-->It feels warm in my room (though not as bad as outside it) and I'm not sure if my AC isn't working right, it's just a consequence of all the warmth battering my room from outside earlier, it's just me because my body's ability to perceive temperature gets fucked up when I'm on my period (basically I get all the fun of hot flashes WITH the blood pouring out of me), or it has something to do with my computer running warm sometimes and heating up the room.

-->I asked my mom to bring home whipped cream so I could have something special on my ice cream tonight (because it was too fucking hot to go out for anything special) -- nope! I'm assuming she forgot, and I decided not to push it because I wasn't sure I could do so without swearing (because of period)

-->I have to go to work tomorrow. This is true of most Sundays, but I labored under the delusion last week that I was getting two three-day weekends in a row, and after a Sunday like this. . .

I'm going to finish up my reblogs, then go to bed. Hopefully I'll be able to sleep and won't fucking sweat to death.