Hey all! It's been quite the interestin' couple of days I must say. Allow me to thank Ped, phluck, Shockey, kaptain_karma, dilatedcreature, WildLASER, goatywoaty, and Sheepish for your most excellent comments and advice.
We decided on dosing 2.5 hits apiece at around 3:45 in the afternoon. The first half hour was simple anticipation of things to come, of which we both had no idea what the future would hold. By the time the first hour was up, we were both experiencing an incredible body high and extreme giddiness/euphoria. It was during this time that we decided to roll a couple marijuana cigarettes for later that night since we figured it may be difficult to do in the coming hours. Well, it still took a lot of effort as we broke up the herbs and I tried to teach my friend, Doreen, to roll a nice joint. It was very fun, and we were outside at the time in a backyard filled with flowers, plants, rockwork, and sun shining at angles through the trees - leaving their shadowy silhouettes dancing on the ground.
Whence we had completed the task of rolling, we decided to go on an adventure. Living in the hills of a suburban town filled with innumerable trees, we set off up the mountain to a radio tower perched above the surrounding valleys. After returning to the house three times to retrieve items forgotten, we were on our way. Beauty reigned supreme in the nature around us: trees smelled wonderful, the sun was warm on our skin, and visuals were starting to kick in. We stopped at various spots along the way to sit, and sip some of the Snapple tea we had brought along. Staring at the black asphalt where waving patterns would morph and move reminded me much of a shroom trip, but the visuals were much more apparent and lucid. Throughout the walk, we passed random people and just waved and said hello - paranoia was practically non-existent.
Upon reaching the radio tower, we were presented with a gorgeous view of the surrounding cities. Clouds were amazing, and visual distortions were getting stronger. We sat at the top on a county survey marker next to the radio tower for a while, simply talking and absorbing all the wonderful sights around us.. eventually proceeding down the mountain to explore a bit, and finally returning home via a different route which presented views of another valley and a vague image of the downtown skyline. It was unfortunate there is so much air pollution, else we could have seen the mountains and distant cities with much more clarity. Never the less, it was amazing to say the least.
Returning to my house, we start to feel the intensity of the lsd. I had purposely lit many interesting lights that my father (an architect) had placed in our house, and the effect was great. Music played in the background and the euphoria was bliss. Textures on the stucco ceiling and tile/carpet floors were doin' really cool things. Depth perception was severely tweaked, and there was definitely much more energy to the trip than that of a mushroom experience.
It was at this point that I became somewhat uncomfortable with the confusion/mindfuck of the trip. Doreen was just runnin' around the house with all the energy she had, and all of the sudden the phone in my room rings. We sit and wonder, she was running to pick it up - but I didn't want to talk to family at the time so I ran to stop her. The machine received the message, a hang up, and we were just confused at this point. It was Doreen's friend, Billy's 21st birthday that day, and she wanted to call him to wish him a happy one, so with much effort and confusion we did so. After the call, things calmed down a lot, and we decided to go on another adventure. I forgot to mention that by this time, light was dim outside and dusk was upon us (I believe this had something to do with the mild paranoia/sadness I was experiencing). But after a few minutes, I gained my resolve, and bit into a fuzzy peach. Mmmm... the flavor was wonderful, especially the sour skin. So I tried with all the reason I had left in my head, to pack some flashlights, grapes, an apple, and Doreen's smokes into a backpack so we could depart on another adventure. I would have preferred staying in the house, but she was set on going out since she had so much energy - and I could see I wouldn't be able to convince her otherwise so I just decided to make the best of it and head out.
On the road, it was dark. No streetlights where I live, and towering trees covering the road blocking out the night sky. We saw an owl within minutes, swooping down from a tree towards us, then turning around thrusting it's powerful wings up and down to float away into distant trees. A few minutes later we found a gray cat with blue eyes in the middle of a nearby ivy patch. Amazing. Visuals were minimal in the dark, but I was definitely trippin' like mad 
We end up going some ways and decide to return home once more. I'm not to sure what went on during this time - most likely just layin' around my house speaking random thoughts and drinking iced tea, perhaps laying on my bed getting lost in my ceiling. We also went on two other similar outdoor adventures during this time. By now, it was around T+8 hours.
Doreen still had tons of energy, and would go the entire night without sleep. But at this time, I lit a fire in the fireplace, cut up some more apples, peaches, and grapes, and brought the joint out on a platter to the carpeted living room floor where we laid down under a blanket with a ton of pillows in front of the fire and played some soft renditions of christmas tunes and other celtic chants/moody music (on harp/various strings & percussion). The music was emotional and I began to cry. Not bawl, but thinking of past memories and my life in this house that I have spent almost 20 years in, and my time with Doreen and other friends brought tears of joy to my eyes. She asked me why I cried, but I assured her it was out of simple happiness. Emotions just overflowed my mind. I asked Doreen if she was happy, and this sparked a great conversation which proceeded for the next three or four hours. We smoked intermittently, ate some fruit, and talked about ourselves. This time (from T+8 hours on) struck me in awe, for I was presented with an astounding mental clarity. Although I'm sure I spoke slow, I could formulate my thoughts and express them with as great of ease as anyone could, given the limited set of words we have to work with.
All in all, it was a wonderful experience, and an intense one at that. Sleeping did not come easy, and as I had said, Doreen did not at all. I probably got some sleep (mind you not much) at about T+26 hours after eating a hearty salad I made for us, and a tall glass of milk accompanied by a multivitamin.
Music we listened to ranged from floyd, to the chili peppers, to ambient works such as aphex twin or boards of canada, amongst many others. Anything was good.
There was definitely more body load with acid than shrooms imho. I was exhausted yet couldn't sleep well, and this persisted throughout the next day as well. Where as on shrooms I sleep wonderfully, and wake up feeling spiritually refreshed with a great outlook on the world - acid left me feeling wasted and although I wasn't depressed, it did not give me the same "spiritual awakening" that shrooms do. The drug's effects could still be mildly perceived the next day as well. No visuals, but I experienced a few sound hallucinations that day, and felt slightly off.
I'm still in a tossup as to how often one should partake in such a strong substance. Unless unforeseen circumstances arise, I will again try lsd, and I shall then be able to gauge my trips a bit better and gain more complete understanding of this amazing substance.
But the bottom line is... I'm still a mushroom man! 
Once again, sincere thanks to all who helped me understand more about this chemical and it's resulting experience. take care~mike
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