Paperwork, paperwork,...

So, I faxed off the revised copy of my bank letter (again). My bank is probably sick an tired of me, because every time I go in there it is because I need a new bank letter. Why? Because it is never good enough! Granted, the first copy was completely wrong because I didn't read the instructions properly, the second copy was wrong because my name was spelt wrong, and the third copy was missing the teller stamp. Which the instructions failed to mention. Ugh. At least I was able to fax it this time. I didn't want to take yet another trip to the travel cuts office, or even to puralator to curior it. I just want this to be done. I know I will feel so much better once I have my passport and visas in hand. Or I will start to panic. Either or, it will be better than living in limbo like this. I never really liked that game...