guilty pleasure

One of my guilty pleasures that I sometimes indulge in at the end of a particularly church/ministry-intensive Sunday is to get some kind of horribly unhealthy take-away dinner after church, and have some quality alone time watching a few episodes of whatever TV series I happen to be working my way through. Tonight it was maccas and the last 2 episodes ever of the Gilmore Girls (cut me some slack, I'm waiting very impatiently for season 2 of Brothers and Sisters to come out). I was disappointed. With the GG episodes, my maccas was fine, as far as maccas goes. I had been anticipating an all-crying, all-laughing finale. It failed to deliver on both accounts.