I better have had a reason to worry. I don't want to turn into a paranoid fuck fussing over a calendar in ten years.

[ Somewhere, probably, there's a Jotaro who knows exactly why it's a stupid problem but it's still a problem in excruciating detail and is presumably hearing about it for the fortieth time.

Part of him hopes it is just a future him being a paranoid idiot, because fuck him for getting him into this situation. He deserves to be paranoid about nothing. What a dick. He breathes out, curls his hands around the mug, and tries again. ]

It's 71 sets of 50 days, ten years. With either eight or seven days left over, depending where leap years fall.